"Never miss a chance to do good"--David Stanley
That is not a happy cat! Her bowl is obviously empty and you're slacking. No rest for the sick and weary here.
Holy smokes, Her Grace has pipes! Such volume! Such range! That'll really get you up and at 'em
By contrast, I will point out that my resourceful dog heroically saved me from the last of the decadent birthday cake cookies this morning by launching himself onto the dining room table. It was quite a feat, given that he's 11 inches tall on a good hair day. The Lord helps those who help themselves, Your Grace.
If that Duchessing thing doesn't work out, there's a promising career in opera...
That is the most distressing cat call I have ever heard. I do not believe the Duchess is at all happy.
My mini-Weiner-dog just heard the cat-call."Bark bark bark bark bark," he said in his high pitched yackidy yack way.Translated, "Hey cat, go woof yourself."
2Ns, when I played the video, I was fully committed to the idea that Ulrike might also launch into an insulted or perhaps defensive bark chorus, but she just stared at me as if scandalized!
I believe Princess Grace and the DoY are kindred spirits. Good help is so hard to find!
Um, DOY, I'm with you... I'd like to file a complaint, too ;).Today, we were in a relatively expensive cafe (not that we like expensive(!) but unfortunately we like their coffee!).When we'd paid and sat at a table, I noticed they hadn't given me the right size of coffee. Well, since it was Expensive Cafe, I was like "Grrr, I should have been given the big mug, really".I looked at Fiancé. We complained (well that was the first complaint).I watched how the staff fiddled by the till, wanting to give us back the difference between huge coffee and not huge coffee. I started to become embarrassed as it took them quite a while - I mean, okay, it wasn't that much of a big deal... the rip-off. More of a principle, cause yeah, we were in Expensive Cafe.Still, I regretted being annoying to the staff and fussy about a bit of money and said to Fiancé: "Damn, I don't want to be an asshat!"And he said: "What the hell is that??"I was like, "An asshat!"He: "You said that. But what is it?"Me: "What you mean? You don't understand asshat?"He: "You mean like THIS?" and he pointed to his [bleep] and made a hat with his hands on his head (rather looked like a roof, to be honest).Remember, we were in EXPENSIVE CAFE, with expensive people, right?!Me: "Shh! Not so loud. The people are looking!" But I nodded, cause his gesturing was spot on.Him: "That is NOT English!"Um, so I'm filing a complaint here and now. Fiancé thinks I was talking nonsense... but, but, I'm sure I learned asshat HERE?!
Katja, you did learn it here. So tell fiance it isn't English, it's American =)Was DoY providing commentary on the movie Cats?
Poor Duchess sure is trying, but our Troubled Boy can beat it by at least 30 decibels. There is a reason he is no long the SCB (Spotted Cuddle Bug).It is good to know that you are up and motivating. Hopefully you are over whatever those Historians did to you. Still have to be careful with people like them.
Dear DoY,if you made that sound at my house, I would give you every item in my fridge, my cupboard, my medicine cabinet, and my goldfish pond (if I had one). That was some world-class yowling right there :-)I hope your devoted servant is feeling better today.
I think she cursed.
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