Yesterday I heard Dandy Warhols' "We Used to Be Friends" and all I could think of was Veronica Mars.

And yes, googly-eyed puppets make everything better.

Today V and Grandma J went to the museum. Grandpa came over for dinner and then did bedtime. Tonight, V is narrating her own reenactment of her day in her crib. "Wocket goes to the museum. Up Wocket. Wocket makes a bubble. Baby Boy slide? Down the slide? Brown Dog plays with doll house. Time to eat. Everyone juice!" Then she sang Frere Jacques, ( Read more... )

I just found some exciting new recipes and wanted to share them with terrier_girl, who was clutching her tummy and lying motionless on the couch. I got about halfway though the descriptions when she asked me to stop. I’m trying to develop a new habit of sharing little things, especially when they make me happy, so I’m a little bummed. But crummy tummy trumps

I have a monster project at work due shortly. I will be juggling my way across the finish line. terrier_girl is only semi-functional with her pregnancy, and taking care of V puts her up to and often past her limit. I punted much of the work until now to make sure that I could help her though her PhD, and now I'm not finding the time I hoped to have. I blame no ( Read more... )

This morning was oddly quiet. terrier_girl and V took Dargo to the groomer very early. So when I woke, there was no puppy sitting at the edge of the bed boring his thoughts into mine with his psychic puppy stare ( Read more... )

The last few weeks have been a bit engrossing: a preemie baby, terrier_girl in the hospital, lots of family, lots of coordinating family, a break-in, and a to do list the length of which might be adopted as a new standard of measurement in interstellar travel. But here are a few details that are intriguing me this morning ( Read more... )

When I play my violin, Dargo comes running to sit by my feet.

He's my biggest fan.

Dargo's lost that puppy smell. He used to have this sweet-spicy smell deep down in his coat, so that when you snuggled with him everything became all Christmas and gumdrops. Now he's just got that deep down dog fug that comes from the oils in their fur ( Read more... )

Last night terriergirl and I went to Lush for date night, which was a rocking idea on her part. For those of you who don't know what Lush is, it's a trendy little bath product retailer. But this isn't your grandmothers Crabtree and Evelyn. (exquisitepet if you don't already know Lush, you should check them out.) Terrier stocked up on bath bombs, bubble bars and soaps, ( Read more... )

seeker01101: because you get funny looks when carrying a sword on the subway
seeker01101: as i can attest
Iresprite K: I don't think it was the sword so much as the ichor dripping from the tang and the extra head you were carrying.
Iresprite K: But that was the blue line, and they really should have been prepared for it.