Sunday, April 2, 2017


If anyone wants to see Fred the Fat, I added a photo of him at the bottom of the column.  Astute viewers will note that he is lying on a Jacque Pepin cookbook.  Perhaps he didn't hear what the vet said. 

Note to all three cats:  In future, if you have to throw up, could you please move your butts somewhere besides the hall between our bed and the bathroom?  We do not sleep in wellies and cold, wet vomit on warm bare feet is ... disconcerting.  Please work with me on this. 

Add to list of troll insults.  Currently, "Do you wear tie or Velcro-close shoes?"  "What color is your favorite Crayola flavor?"

Discovery:  if you can't make your computer play a photo disc, take the photos out of the album and scan them. 

Don't forget to go to the drugstore and buy dry shampoo.  The water heater went south on us yesterday morning and the plumber can't come until Monday.  We have Conversational French at 10 a.m. and will certainly look as though we spent the night under the Pont Alexander bridge, Paris.  Very "authentic" if you will. 

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