Thursday, June 24, 2010
Happy Floofiversary!
One year ago today we brought home a certain floofus.
Dear Luke,
Thanks for a year of...
sitting funny...
playing dress up...
shadow puppets...
celebrity impersonations...
being generally weird...
and partying like a rockstar.
Love,
Your adoring humans
Friday, June 11, 2010
Thanks, I guess?
Yesterday, Luke and I walked past a yard full of young children. They were all cooing over the "big doggy" so I brought him over to say hi. One particularly rambunctious girl with short wispy blond hair was quite the chatterbox with us.
"Are you on a walk?"
"Yes, we're on a walk."
"What's his name?"
"His name is Luke."
"Is he a boy?"
"Yes, he is a boy."
A woman who was maybe her mom or babysitter interrupted, "What does the name Luke sound like? Of course it's a boy. But... I guess you never know these days. I mean, we know a girl named Mikey."
"How old is he?"
"Four. How old are you?"
"I'm FIVE!" she proudly proclaimed as she held up only four fingers.
The woman interrupted again, "You are not five. You are four."
The girl seemed unfazed by the correction. She was quiet for a moment as the other children surrounding Luke continued to carefully pet him.
"IFYOUWEREADOGGYIDPETYOU!" she screamed to me so quickly that I honestly had not one clue what she was trying to say.
"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that. What did you say?"
"IF YOU WERE A DOGGY, I'D PET YOU!"
"Oh...?"
The woman interrupts again, "You apologize to her! I'm sorry, she's in a very weird mood today."
"Sorry."
I really didn't understand what about her comment was an insult, but I smiled and told her we'd visit again. Luke was growing nervous as more and more children crowded around us. We continued our walk as I laughed silently to myself and pondered if I should be offended.
"Are you on a walk?"
"Yes, we're on a walk."
"What's his name?"
"His name is Luke."
"Is he a boy?"
"Yes, he is a boy."
A woman who was maybe her mom or babysitter interrupted, "What does the name Luke sound like? Of course it's a boy. But... I guess you never know these days. I mean, we know a girl named Mikey."
"How old is he?"
"Four. How old are you?"
"I'm FIVE!" she proudly proclaimed as she held up only four fingers.
The woman interrupted again, "You are not five. You are four."
The girl seemed unfazed by the correction. She was quiet for a moment as the other children surrounding Luke continued to carefully pet him.
"IFYOUWEREADOGGYIDPETYOU!" she screamed to me so quickly that I honestly had not one clue what she was trying to say.
"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that. What did you say?"
"IF YOU WERE A DOGGY, I'D PET YOU!"
"Oh...?"
The woman interrupts again, "You apologize to her! I'm sorry, she's in a very weird mood today."
"Sorry."
I really didn't understand what about her comment was an insult, but I smiled and told her we'd visit again. Luke was growing nervous as more and more children crowded around us. We continued our walk as I laughed silently to myself and pondered if I should be offended.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Drooling
I am in trouble. I can't seem to stop coming across things on the Internet that make my heart stop from their unadulterated perfection. Allow me to wipe the drool from my chin for a moment to share these lust-worthy items with you...
Large Jade Bird Bowl by Jonathan Adler
Clock Sweet Tweet Clock with Bird by AtlasSigns
Imagine this clock in the Copper Verdi (blue/green patina) finish. Want.
And to demonstrate that my interests are diverse and I'm capable of liking things that are not birds...
Snake Corset T by Thief&Bandit
Oh, here's a tissue. You have a little slobber on your chin...
Imagine this clock in the Copper Verdi (blue/green patina) finish. Want.
And to demonstrate that my interests are diverse and I'm capable of liking things that are not birds...
Oh, here's a tissue. You have a little slobber on your chin...
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