I let the terrible trio out, and for one split instant they all stood together in a row on the top step, themselves in stair step order, motionless except for a faint waving of three tails.  And in the seconds it took me to whip out my phone to take a photo, they shuffled.

Well, I almost got it.


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It seems there are some parts in Berta's doors.  The latch, which is broken, and the electric motor, which never worked anyway.  And when the shop rush-ordered the part, they assumed they got the part they ordered, but no.  They got a latch assembly with no electric motor, which would fit, but then the electric door lock obviously wouldn't work.  ( Read more... )

There is a shitstorm in progress which I have neither the wisdom to process, nor the heart to describe, and so I drag out this small pleasure to share ( Read more... )

We're sick. Still. Zor and me. Nothing scary, just lingering. I have it in the sinus department, and she's got it in the tummy. Boo for evil microbes.

So last night Mr Moth came home from the auction and he brought me a printer. My printer (Brother) is in the basement hooked to Mr Moth's computer (Father) so he (Mr Moth) can use it to print ( Read more... )

It's hard to come up with things to blog about when your head is full of a story you can't talk about. Not that it's a high secret, or that I think anyone would steal it. It's just my experience that talking about a newborn story in public is like taking a newborn baby on a crab boat ( Read more... )

So for three months Zor had an appointment in Dayton. All last week I checked the weather relentlessly, because I don't like driving in crapola, and on the highway? NOT GONNA. If it was going to be crappy, I meant to reschedule for a day during Tim's vacation because he is a fearless snow devil ( Read more... )

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I spent the morning waiting for Columbia Gas to come read our meter. No one's been able to gain admittance, allegedly, in 5 months. I cry bullshit, because this house is not that big and I'm always home. There's not a chance in hell I missed them every single month for five straight months. Then I found out we've been flagged for Beware of the ( Read more... )

The dogs have been out almost nonstop the last two days. They're not stuck out there--well except for the once when the door blew shut. Since then I've had it propped open with a chair. The furry ones come and go at will, and mostly they prefer go.

I'd enjoy it more if, 1.) the cooler air hadn't given us all sinus hell (which would be totally ( Read more... )

Recently I went to see my near(er) daughter and drop off some things for the grandspawn, which I had not dropped off because of drama, sickness, and weather, in no particular order.  And when I got there, I saw a doghouse where no doghouse had been before.  A dog head popped out.  Dreamer! said I, because she is Cobie's momma so I love her.  ( Read more... )