* happy st. patricks day …
happy st. patricks day from my little leprechauns! (yes, I know it’s a little late)
what woman wouldn’t love a man who plays with baby kittens?
Ok, enough fluff for one night, whew that bout wore me out! It’s been a busy week so far … I got all Betty Crockerish last night and went on a cooking/baking frenzy. I have no idea why, I wasn’t even medicated or anything. Actually, my semi baking insanity began on Saturday when I absolutey did not decide to bake my husband a chocolate pound cake to chow down on when he got home fron Kansas (toto, I can’t help saying that, sorry) So anyway, on Sunday night we headed down to the church house & then out to dinner to come home and find this!
this would be the broken remnants of my, now shattered into a buncha pieces, cake plate with you guessed it … no cake! Maybe I should’ve taken this as an ominous sign from above that my fat fanny didn’t need any more pound cake but my interpretation was more like … the small petting zoo that resides within our house joined forces & conjured up a plan to surround, destroy and consume my poor unsuspecting pound cake.
My theory is this … Dallie, the mama cat, pushed the cake off of the cabinet …
Saddie & Dozer ate it immediately upon it’s landing. I doubt they even shared with her! I was a tad miffed to say the least. Not to be out done by a pack of crazy delinquent animals, I came home yesterday and whooped me up another pound cake, but this time I didn’t make chocolate, just plain ole pound cake (my personal favorite) but that wasn’t good enough for one night … nope, I baked some oatmeal cookies too and then double dared! no triple dog dared! any canine or feline to get within shooting distance of the cake or cookies. So far today all baked goods are still safely in tact, that is if you don’t count what we humans have slopped up. Speaking of cake, I think it’s time for my almost bedtime snack … you know, I love y’all like a fat girl loves cake! (which would mean you are really really loved)!
me.
My little kitten looks like it is growing well.(in case you forgot, I picked the one Richard is holding). When did you say you were bringing it to Illinois for me??? :~)
I absolutely adore Dozer!! Sadie is precious too but I love boxers. Mine (Bailey) is so spoiled. He thinks he’s human. And, he, like yours, sleeps between David and I.
Donna … all I can say about Dozer is “bless, he’s a special baby boy” he’s kind of um let me see how I can say this nicely … s l o w ! as in, if he went to dog obidience school, he would ride the short bus. But I love love love him … he’s my dog, Sadie is Richard’s dog. And I’m also glad to know I am not the only person sleeping with a dog in my bed every night!