Yay Wallybee! As if becoming the parent of a 2-year-old wasn't enough excitement and accomplishment for one week.
I, too, laughed like a mean spiteful little loon at the dismissal of Myers, and smiled and nodded at the tip of the hat to
Stars.
Random Matilda update: This morning, sitting on the potty while I "kept her company" (sat on the edge of the bathtub sucking down coffee and mumbling while she chattered away), she looked at me intently and said, "Mommy, when I talk my voice is kind of croaky, but your voice is very sweet."
"Really, my voice is kind of weird," I said (it is, really; a voiceover teacher once described it as "polarizing - every casting director who hears it is going to hate it or love it, but they'll never not notice it"--it doesn't bother me, it's just a thing). "I think you just think my voice is sweet because you love me."
"Who says your voice is weird?" Matilda asked.
"Lots of people. Almost everyone."
"NO, Mommy." Her voice got steely. "I mean,
tell me their names."
Which I declined to do, because I don't want to be inadvertently responsible for my 4-year-old carrying out hits on half of Northern California.
"A tragedy struck the Northern California casting director community today..."
"NO, Mommy." Her voice got steely. "I mean, tell me their names."
Dear Matilda, I love you.
Yay, Wallybee!
Barb, I am giggling maliciously on your behalf.
Congratulations to Wallybee!
Barb, I think that is why they make handbaskets. I'd cheerfully ride to hell in one for that last paragraph.
Are we sure Matilda isn't half-Italian, instead of half-Greek? That is worthy of Sonny Corleone.
Congrats to Wallybee!
Doggy! Very nice, Plei.
Go, Matilda!
The vet sent Brandy a birthday card. Doggy dreams of steaks and fire-hydrants and such.
Woo hoo, Wallybee!
Matilda - la magnifica. Don't cross her.
"NO, Mommy." Her voice got steely. "I mean, tell me their names."
Which I declined to do, because I don't want to be inadvertently responsible for my 4-year-old carrying out hits on half of Northern California.
I sort of got chills while I was guffawing over Matilda's...um...enthusiasm.
I want her on my team.
Plei, what a lovely creature. Congrats on the new family member.
The couple who kept Bartleby while I was not!almost dying last year lost their 13.5 year old Greyhound on Saturday. Darius was champion racer for more than 6 years. Reaching his age, in pretty good health until the last day, was a real blessing.
God love them. They've, so far, given 7 retired Grey's the most loving home possible. Their 3 year old, Goose, has become a shop dog, until they decide on who next to bring home. So Bartleby and I go out for a mid-day walk with him. The Goose-man is never happier than on a leash, walking with other dogs. And, what a walker! He's so calm and easy. Puts my little guy to shame.
Plei - your dog is adorable.
