BEST. DOG TOY. EVAR!!

The Husband rescues traffic cones from the trash, hilarity ensues.

Morning Conversation

During our morning Fight Club (brush teeth, comb hair, wash face) Junior informed me that he'd recently had a conversation.

Junior:  I talked to Mr. Grandpa.

Me:  Oh yeah, what did you guys talk about?

Junior:  I like Tahlee.  I give Mr. Grandpa fifteen dollars.

Me:  You're going to give Mr. Grandpa fifteen dollars?

Junior:  Yes.  And then I take Tahlee.

I can see that the kid is just not going to give up on that cat!!  And Dad....whatever you do, DO NOT accept any monies from that boy!!

You can't have any new ones until the old ones are gone

We have an understood rule about pets and owning them. You can't have a new one until the old one passes away. I really, really, REALLY want another bird (he died a few years ago) to talk and sing with and teach bad things to but I don't want to deal with the mess. So we're birdless.

The other neighbors got two new puppies and they might as well be the Sun and Husband is Icarus. The puppies are miniature beagles and holy cow, they are SO ADORABLE! They're still in the "when I wag my tail my whole body shakes I'm so happy!" stage and that makes them VERY contagious. "I want one!" he says. "We have a dog." I say. "But they only cost $50!" he whines. "Well, when Mya checks out, you can have one." I insist.

But I think I can offer him a trade and we'll both get what we want.

He wants this:

and he can have it if I can have this:

more cat pictures

But I guess I'll need a pantry before I can have an Evil Pantry Kitteh. And the kitteh must be truly evil, no substitutes!

What the hell is in those jars??!! Looks very, very scary!