Peak a Boo

Sweet Deary Cassandra:

Aloha! Thanks for the fabulous work on our blog – I give it 4 paws up for its excellentness.

Ah yes, the Home Depot trip - it was thwarted! What (!?)– you say. Simple enough really. When I looked out our kitchen window to perform a regular dog check, I found that Opie had dug himself a nice hole in all that wonderful dirt – just deep enough mind you, so that he could lay his head down and be even with the rest of the lawn. And the position of the hole…well let’s just say every time I look out the window, Opie is sitting in his hole and gazing straight into the window…feels sometimes like he is gazing right into my soul.

Needless to say, he was DIRTY and I said as much to my dear husband. Home Depot would have to wait until after bath time.

Poor Opie, he hates bath time. Alas, I’m refusing to return to Home Depot until I can properly document Opie in his hole and post it unto bloggy land. So that you and all our dear readers (ahem, the hordes of them that exist) understand what I’m dealing with here at the McKinney homestead.

I turned one whole year older this past weekend – in a non celebratory manner…sans the streamers, cards and balloons. I never thought I’d get so old that I didn’t celebrate my own birthday. Wait, my sister put two cream puff pastries together and held them together with a left over sparkler from 4th of July – does this count? My brother was there – and he didn’t even eat his pastries! (well, I didn’t either but Opie and/or Emmett loved them!)

I’m so glad you had a chance to visit your grandparents to celebrate his birthday! (At least one of us was yukking it up) – and I hear it’s our year too…08-08-08 so watch out sister, shits gonna start hitting the fan McKinney style! Did they enjoy their pillows – so beautifully crafted for them by their #1 granddaughter? I thought they were spicy myself. Yup – SPICY ~ and you can’t edit that out either. Meh.

I’ve been trying to off load my porch cat to my brother. I hear he lives with a cat lover and I think that’s just what Cat needs. Someone who’ll be thrilled with her incessant yowling – say things like, “Isn’t my cat cute!” instead of “SHUT UP Cat!”

Don’t get me wrong, she’s got the life, she hangs out on the porch all day, plays with the newly seeded grass in the front lawn so that bald patches spring up everywhere, hides in the neighbor’s bushes and scares the crap out of him when he walks down his steps in the morning – but the yowling. Why all the noise for so long and right at the screen door. Is this for attention? Because I’m half tempted to let her in and let her defend herself against the dogs for the opportunity to stroll around the house for a nano second before deciding she prefers to be outside.

But I’m not bitter. Really.