High Wycomb or BUST

I just read one of those warm and fuzzy stories...

And unless you are allergic to cats, or recovering from some freak accident...like say, tripping over a whisker into a litter box...this will make your insides fuzzy with delight:

A team of firefighters in the UK saved 6 out of 7 cats trapped in a burning house, then resuscitated them using oxygen masks designed for babies. One of the men from the High Wycomb department said, "We were told about the cats and ran around the house in the thick smoke trying to locate them all."

Hum...

If Earnest and I ever become expat's we're heading to High Wycomb.

I missed you!

It's sooooo good to be back!

Over the holiday, I got my cute and fluffy fix with Sebastian, my mom's dog:

Fast forward through four 10,000 calorie days, and 2,000 miles...

The second I walked into my apt, Earnest jumped into my suitcase...Apparently he wants to go with me next time:

Dear Mr. Doppler, I don't fancy you...

I'm flying home to VA on the 24th...

I'm extremely worried...

Guess why...

Yes, my friends, that black line displays the approx. flight path...

The blue/green/yellow/red is the snow...

*sigh*

The fact that I am far less attractive when sneezing...is unfortunate

Several years ago I opened up an account with Blockbuster.

I arrived home to an email from one of the employees...(He'd snagged my info from the registration sheet.)

"Blockbuster Joe," as he would come to be called, became a fixture in my circle of friends. He even dated my best friend, Allison, for several months.

These are the things that happen to me.

This is the way my life works.

There is no reasonable explanation for any of it.


Today, after putting up a worthy battle, my coughing/sniffling/sneezing won and I went to a doctor.

I say "A Doctor," and not "The Doctor," or "My Doctor," because I don't really claim one...I'm not sick often enough to warrant that type of a relationship. I generally just call around and see who has 15 minutes to spare on my snotty self.

However...

The doctor I stumbled upon today...My doctor :-)...is the type of Foxy that makes me want to me ill more often...

*sigh*

I need a "Blockbuster Joe--Doctor Version 2.0"

Earnest VS Ernest

For months, I was proud to tell friends about Earnest's fame...

"If you do a google image search for 'Earnest cat,' my little orange explosion of joy will pop up...

What more could a mother want?

Well friends...

There is an interloper...

And his charm rivals that of MY Earnest.

THIS Ernest does not spell his name with an "A."

THIS Ernest wears contact lenses:

Yes...

Contacts for cats!

I am willing to suppress the Dina Lohan in me, and acknowledge that this is a cool cat!

Ladies and Gentlemen...

We have...Piano.

The events leading up to the acquisition of said piano are strangely, "Movie-esque."

Not "Big Fish," movie-esque...

More like, "You've Got Mail..."


Yesterday morning I did not have a piano.

Today I do.

The details in-between have everything to do with luck or fate or God...
However you want to look at it really...

Oh...

And a guy named Brad...and Brad's wife.


Because there is a level of intrigue surrounding the 1920's piano now living in my living room...I think I will leave it at that..."The events of the last 24 hours are interesting...Certainly irregular."


After all...


Earnest and I never claimed to be "Regular."














































Yes...The mannequin legs are on top of the piano...