In honor of the day, I shall be indulging in a bit of Clontarf Irish whiskey, which I enjoy very much, and not just because "clontarf" sounds like a Klingon swear word.

Finally, last night he settles down enough to sleep and let me crochet in peace. Except... he's sleeping on my yarn.


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According to Rusty, nothing says "be my valentine" like being awakened by a soggy, well-chewed old tennis shoe pressed lovingly to one's face.

I would sure like to know how Rusty keeps sneaking his dog toys into my yarn bag. Not just in the bag, mind you -- I found one of his cow bones inside a separate baggie I was keeping a project in.

I have noticed that since we put in the woodstove last fall, my overall fitness has improved rather significantly, due to having to help Himself haul logs from the woodlot in the bottom pasture up to the house. So I have hatched a cunning plan ( Read more... )

So, recently my boss was having us review our team's accomplishments for 2009, and I suggested there wasn't nearly enough about how generally awesome I am.

He responded with: "Nobody's quite sure what Twillis did but if she hadn't done it, none of this would have been possible."

I'm not sure we will ever go anywhere with this herding thing, but I am finding the training interesting, even if it turns out this will not be Rusty's thing ( Read more... )

How to Tell When Rusty is Thinking Naughty Thoughts:

He's awake.

HOLY. CRAP.

My sister named her new dog Mrs. Nesbit.

Nessie for short.

No, I can not explain why. My sister is a very weird person.

But here is Nessie with Giza.


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