Photo Meme, 20/30
Mr. Really Tiny does not like my brother. They've met three times now, and he's barked up a storm every time. B is a little perplexed by this (so am I - animals usually like him). I was aware that RT needs to avoid male dogs on account of wanting to eat them (we had an interesting time passing a dalmatian in a fenced yard today), but I didn't know this extended to males of other species. The barking has set us back in terms of feline mental health a bit since Major K is now hiding in my mother's closet. Sigh.
Football: you know, I'm really enjoying this world cup, not because of the quality of play or anything, but because of the weird and wonderful upsets (although I'm a little bitter that NZ didn't win against Italy today... not that I have anything against Italy, or an affinity for NZ, but... just because) and the complete, ridiculously compelling disintegration of the French team. I know there was already a shouting match and a refusal to train, so the next logical step is a full-on brawl during the last group game.
Football: you know, I'm really enjoying this world cup, not because of the quality of play or anything, but because of the weird and wonderful upsets (although I'm a little bitter that NZ didn't win against Italy today... not that I have anything against Italy, or an affinity for NZ, but... just because) and the complete, ridiculously compelling disintegration of the French team. I know there was already a shouting match and a refusal to train, so the next logical step is a full-on brawl during the last group game.