Which Happy Bunny Are You?
You are the cute but psycho happy bunny. You’re adorable, but a little out there. It’s alright, you might not have it all, but there are worse.
(Thanks to reader Kris who sent me the link!)
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This cat looks an awful lot like Fancypants, doesn’t he? He’s
here, too. (Thanks to
Nance who sent me those links and cracked me up)
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You know, I am neither pro- nor anti – Howard Dean, and I just don’t get the brouhaha over his
speech in Iowa. To me, he didn’t look like he was “losing it” at all – he looked like he was trying to hype up his supporters and getting pretty excited in the process. Kind of nice to see some emotion from a presidential candidate, though after that there’s no way on god’s green earth the man will get himself elected (although, I’m told that there was no way he was going to be elected before the YARGH speech either, so there ya go).
That said, the man has some seriously craaaaazy eyes. It might be interesting to have him in charge of running the country just to see how long before he snaps and declares war on South Dakota.
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I got a box of birthday presents from the lovely and wonderful
Nancypants on Saturday. What did I find in the big box o’ birthday love? Why, the best presents possible, of course!
A cozy fleece blanket featuring my favorite shade o’ yellow!
And a framed picture of MY BAYBEE!
Also, there was a cat ink stamp and a pad of ink. I would show you the efforts of my using the stamp, but I am fumble-fingered to the extreme and managed to make a bit of a mess of it. I’m no
Kathy or
Stefani when it comes to being talented with the stamps, believe you me!
(Nance also tossed some
therma-care heat wraps in the box, with the suggestion that I stick them on my ass if I get cold. Hee!)
Nance rocks! As does Dale. Rock, I say!
I had the blanket wrapped around me when I was sitting in front of the computer this morning, and a tiny little edge of the blanket was resting on the desk. It took about 10 seconds for Miz Poo to sense that there was unused blanket somewhere in the house, hunt it down, and sit her ass down on it. When I got up to go make breakfast, I left the blanket on the chair, and when I came back a minute later, Miz Poo had claimed both the blanket and the chair for herself.
I sense that there is a battle of epic proportions in my future, a show-down between Miz Poo and I as to just WHO the blanket belongs to.
(And I suspect that I won’t be the winner of that battle, sadly.)
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While I’m thanking people, I’d like to thank reader Sofia in Sweden, who sent me a
Magnetic Poetry Kit for Cat Lovers – can you believe I didn’t already have one of those?! Please email me so that I can thank you properly, Sofia!
Thanks also to
Anelie, who sent me the soundtrack to Xanadu (shaddup, y’all, I love that movie!)!
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Hee! That Erin sure does crack me up.]]>