Poor bereft Layla! After all, in doggie terms, the grasshopper must look like it's play-bowing right back at her -- what with the big hind legs, crouched low over the front legs, and then they go BOING, and in what way is any of that not an invitation to dog play?

aw, that was a fun page (the COMM page starting with Rio's "eat a muffin whitey" spiel) to read, like a mega Buff-dive.

ETA: I have also learned that my husband is v.v. ranty about bagels! That has not manifested so far in our married life.

I don't know if I could do that. I mean....

People are learning not to talk to me until after the meeting.

It looks like I'm going to miss the annual office bowling shindig that is taking place tomorrow. It's tragic, I tell you.

People are learning not to talk to me until after the meeting.

If only you could teach them not to talk to you at all...

If only you could teach them not to talk to you at all...

That might make the job a little harder, but I'd be willing to give a shot.

So the COMM stuff sent me over to the BRQG, and what should come up but:

PMM: I have a theory that any children we have will be short, round little things with a good deal of hair and large eyes. Fat lemurs, really.

Rio's muffin rant

Oh, that clears it up.

And then another clump would arrive 2-15 minutes later, and if there were any New York-istas in that clump, the same thing would happen all over again. Phrased exactly the same, with the same intonation and everything.

Pretty damned funny to the non-New York-istas.

It's funny.

A friend of mine from college visited mutual friends in NYC and said she got dirty looks in a bakery in NYC asking about blueberry muffins. So we always ask for blueberry when we send Keith out for bagels. It's tradition.

Of course now I'm hungry for muffins.

Since the orb is out, we should really go outside today.

Awww poor Layla. Mommy spoiling all the fun. Cutiehead indeed.