| Euphemisms. I has them. |
[May. 14th, 2012|11:06 pm] |
So apparently I've been using "large mouse" as a euphemism. As in, "Sophie Cat's brought in a large mouse. Again. It's in the bathroom."
Or, "Heck. The cat let loose another large mouse in the hall, and it ran into the bedroom and now it's under my dresser."
Or, "While you were gone, the cat brought one of those big mice in and let it go in the kitchen."
Or then there's, "Sorry for waking you up. The cat released another large mouse in the office, at my desk, right in front of me, is she trying to teach me how to hunt or what?- and I was trying to shoo it out the door. Yeah, I guess the squeaking was rather loud."
I've been informed that my terminology is wrong. Apparently the true meaning of my unintended euphemisms is,"RATS!"
"Sweetie, there's something moving in your studio. Where's the cat?" |
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[Apr. 2nd, 2012|01:43 am] |
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RIP Daphne Rabbit. |
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| Still here. |
[Jan. 29th, 2012|01:09 am] |
I have not posted in forever. *shrugs*
Holidays were marvelous, BUSY, all-encompassing. Garden a complete loss this year. Well, the salad, peas and carrots are/were/are okay, but everything else was toast (except for the weeds). Chickens molting.
Bibbed cat thing (catgoods.com) works well when we remember it. (Also we seem now to have moved out of baby bird season.) SophieCat has moved from birds to mice now. When Meesto comes to investigate her mouse-playing noises in the hallway, she snatches up her dead mouse and runs back out the cat door with it. This is because every time Meesto can get a dead mouse away from her, he puts it in the chicken bucket and then XenaChicken eats it the next morning. Poor Sophie.
Meesto is now making homemade pasta with our backyard eggs (which are YELLOW). His pasta is Quite Yellow and so good that I've been officially ruined for that dry shit in a box. There's no comparison. He's made ravioli, fettucine, and cannelloni. If I ever have to go back I will cry. (Even if technically his pasta has been created from eggs which were created by mouse-eating chickens.)
Went to the dentist. Had an x-ray at long last. No change, as usual. I'm on a 3 or 4 year schedule for x-rays because my enamel is, and I quote, 'bomb-proof'. Yay, genetic lottery win.
Little Sister's wedding (and the family horde) approaches. We are making the wedding beer (this probably deserves 5 exclamation marks, but you know I like to be subtle). Have been terribly busy doing wedding invitations (designed last year, but they needed 30 extra at the last minute), and (very recently) bridal luncheon invitations, to be hosted by aunts. Also I am going to the 3 day weekend 'hen night' (next week). O.O
Oh, shit. I need a dress. :( |
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| Bad Cat. Have some kryptonite. |
[Dec. 3rd, 2011|06:42 pm] |
SophieCat has come into her full SUPERCAT powers. Oh, and they are EVIL. There have been many, many instances of walking into the bathroom to see the floor covered from wall to wall in a carpet of feathers. The last straw was waking up to her killing something tiny and gorgeous horrifically in the corner of the bedroom. Good morning! Have some cute cheepy death!
I bought two cat bibs (http://www.catgoods.com/). I put the purple one on her the other day, and boy, was she pissed off. She staggered around howling and whining. When she tried to leap straight up walls as usual (ala Superman), she face-planted right into the wall. And then I laughed. And she held a grudge. When I tried to pick her up later in the day to pick the seeds off the bib and to write on the ID on her collar, she used my face as a springboard to escape. I now have a rip in my upper lip, lower gums, and lower lip. :c
This morning she came in sans collar and bib. She has lost the first bib already. The next collar is going to be a non-safety, non-stretchy collar. Tough titty, bad kitty.
Since I keep swanning around whining about how my face hurts, Meesto gave me a glass of wine. On an empty stomach. I'm so numb! I feel nothing! Yay! And then he made me (still drunk) read to him while he cooked dinner. I did great! I can totally read out loud while drunk on one glass of wine. I can type while drunk, too! Whee!
Collar store not open till Monday. Kitty's gonna get it then. Muahahahahaha. |
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| Labels so far. |
[Oct. 29th, 2011|03:28 pm] |
I plan to change the illos as seasons and whim warrant. I'm already thinking about kissing blue penguins for Valentines day. |
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| Oh, hey, an LJ post. |
[Oct. 28th, 2011|11:57 pm] |
Thank you all for your kind words about Phil. We were far more attached to that rabbit than we'd quite realized. *sigh* Daphne is doing okay, but we should eventually get her a new boy rabbit. Meesto likes this one: http://www.wellingtonspca.org.nz/adopt-a-pet/animal-profile/3750/dodge
I've been busy making beer labels for Meesto's new brewery. And invitations for the launch party, which is on the hopefully auspicious date of 11/11/11 at a local pub/cafe. He recently took the exam that allows him to fill out yet more paperwork to apply to have a license so we can sell via cellar door/mailorder/etc. He uses our near neighbors as taste testers and it's making him very popular. I have been forced to taste so many different pale ales that I can now have an opinion on any pale ale out there. And that opinion is that belgian ales are more interesting.
It's been raining and cold and I have been slacking. I am so, so behind on doing the garden that it's just pathetic. I'm just going to go throw some seeds at some dirt tomorrow and hope. Even if it rains. |
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| Philemon Rabbit, RIP |
[Oct. 3rd, 2011|11:41 am] |
Phil stopped eating on Saturday. We took him to the vet this morning. He had a mouth abscess that it would take an operation to fix and he was obviously too weak to handle an operation. So we had him put to sleep. We had Phil for seven years and he was probably 2 or 3 when he landed on our deck as a stray, so he was getting on for 10 years old (AKA 115 in rabbit years). He'll be buried under the same rose bush with his departed rabbit wife Baucis Rabbit, who arrived with him as a stray and died a few years ago. His teenage girlfriend, Daphne Rabbit, will be at the funeral, which will happen tomorrow. |
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