No, you cannot have my pretzel.

I mean, I'M glad it finally stopped snowing. Others are less than enthused.

It is finally spring. Of course, not everyone relished the idea of an early morning stroll. Some people just wanted crackers, and to play with the golden retriever behind the invisible fence.

"Doggie!"

"The doggie can't leave it's yard, sweetie."

"Doggie!"

"The doggie has to stay there."

"DOGGIE!!!"

"If the doggie comes too close, it will get the shock of it's furry little lifetime."

"...doooooggggiiiiieeeee....." sob.

By the way, it should be noted that we had a perfectly good doggie at the end of a 6 foot nylon leash.

Perspective

"You know, maybe the problem isn't that she licks too much, it's that we don't lick enough."

7:42 on a Saturday night, and I'm blogging.

Look at that brute. He's about to go after my delicate lily. You can see it in his eyes. But Scarlett is secretly being trained in cage fighting. She's prepared to pile drive his diapered butt.

Actually, that's the first picture I have found of Scarlett and Forrest where they don't look positively related. At dinner with the gang one night, a woman at the table behind ours asked if they were twins. We explained no, Scarlett is like 8 months older, and that we were all just friends. She replied "Very GOOD friends."

Don't worry, I still love Starbucks.

But there's a new man in town. Meet my Kuerig single cup coffee maker.

30 seconds to brew. Nothing to clean. Options? You want options? Coffee? Tea? Hot chocolate? French roast? Kona? Herbal?

It does not make cappuccino. I do not care. It makes me a hot cup of happy at 7:01 am, no gasoline required. Come visit. You can pick your flavor, and we'll share a moment of our lives.

The Perfect Storm.

It happened. We ran out of oyster crackers, Cheddar Bunnies, and Bunny Grahams at the same time. For a toddler who subsists primarily on crackers and air, this was a problem.

So we went to the store, where I realized something else important. I can't look at food yet. Specifically, any type of animal based protein, and/or anything that smells funny.

Also, I probably should have not gone to the market located next to the very restaurant where we had carry out Sunday night. I accidentally looked in the window and passed out.

My poor sainted mother, who came to help on Monday, fell victim last night. She called me and asked when it was safe to eat toast. I told her next Tuesday.

Sorry, Mom.

It's 80's-Riffic

The stomach flu has arrived in our house, and since no one wants to hear about *that*, I refer you instead to You Tube's tribute to the first of April. Click on any video on the front page.

http://www.youtube.com/