So it seems the Amazing Adventures of Mavis Potato and Charlie Pumpkin (in which Mavis Potato learns she’s actually pretty normal!) have not been getting much play lately. That’s what happens when there’s another human adult around to talk to, you just don’t have to make up stories to tell the dogs.
But now we’re on to the Super Fun Times of Hippo Head Jones and Crocodile Bob! Hippo Head Jones is the calm, level headed leader of the expedition and Crocodile Bob is her short fused right hand man! Together they are sure to find themselves in many sticky situations!
Yeah, or something…
oh, what’s to say, I make up stories about my dogs, for my dogs.
A friend of mine is going to have a baby so we spent a lot of time looking at crochet patterns. I’m way more confident now about my abilities and will be making stuffed animals and booties. If the stuffed animals go well, I have a secret project that will make me giggle. If it turns out, I will share it with you.
My head is aswim with menu planning. I’m at the good point where I have too many things picked out and will have to cut back.
And I will leave you with this happiness. When Maddie came to live with us in June she didn’t play. She didn’t play with toys or people or Ghengis. Steadily she’s been playing more and more. I watch her and Ghengis making up games to play, she waits until he is watching her then she steals his toys and plays keep away. They wrestle together all the time. The happiest, though, is watching David jump around on the floor with the two of them. Maddie’s piggy little tail going a mile a minute while they jump and growl and retreat and posture. I laugh so hard my belly hurts and my face is stuck with a smile.
It’s a good thing I’ve got going here. That boy of mine and these two dogs. A pretty damned good thing.


I must do this quickly as I need to sleep soon.
Friday night? Nothing. Watched Sealab 2021. Nothing.
Saturday? Helped the Betsy half of ‘Jetsy’ prepare the food for her birthday party. Got 2 new recipes for my grandfather’s 80’th birthday bash this coming weekend. Word of advice to people…please PLEASE make sure your knives are properly sharpened before you have someone come help you! I generated a blister at the base of my index finger from fine dicing butternut squash and toasted hazelnuts with a dull knife.
I spent all day at Betsy’s dicing and mixing and sauteeing and being the dog advice person. I left early in the evening with enough time to come home, shower, dress and head back over. The party was delightfully fun, Betsy looked fabulous in her dress! And I must say the food was top-notch.
Sunday! Today we went to brunch and made faces at each other and giggled.
Home with a couple hours to spare before heading over to the Lee’s for SuperBowl festivities. The game was not so exciting this year and Mick Jagfer made me want to rip the veins out of my body. The Seahawks suck.
After the SuperBowl proper we watched the PuppyBowl! Holy crap! On one level it’s just a bunch of puppies playing, not terribly exciting. I mean they’re just playing, they’re not racing or doing agility tests or anything. On the other hand IT’S A BUNCH OF PUPPIES PLAYING!!! So damned cute. That poodle puppy was a fucking jackass though.
It’s late. I need to pull out the notebook and get started on my lists for the party. I think the hardest part is going to be coordinating getting everything over to my sister’s place. The party’s over there, but I’m making the food. I don’t really want to cook it over there, I don’t like using other people’s kitchens (not that I don’t like them, it’s just that I know my kitchen, i know where everything is, i know my tools, I know my way around) and I think it would be best if we kept the mess over there to a minimum. We’ll figure it out. I’m not stressing on this at all.