Home! Alive! Great con! All animals accounted for, will inspect garden tomorrow. (Anticipating at least one deceased tomato.)
I flopped down on the bed and Ben immediately stomped onto my chest and informed me that he has not been petted for days and this is a completely unacceptable development. Steps must be taken. After several minutes of contrition, he has allowed me to live.
Meanwhile, Brandon the border collie believes that the only reason Kevin would sit down is to pet him--they've been parted so long!--and nearly climbed into Kevin's lap. While he was on the toilet. (All I heard was "Buddy, no. No. Do you mind? I'm trying to--no. Down. Can I have a little...oh, never mind...Yes, I missed you, too.")
Full con report later. I go die now.
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June 18th, 2012
So, instead: May your tomatoes always outnumber your hornworms.
Edited at 2012-06-19 05:20 am (UTC)
My golden retriever Tipper was a 75-lb. lap dog, so yes, I totally understand.
The ferrets, on the other hand, generally settle for at least one of them accomplishing the 'Look, I'mma Turn Your Underwear Into A Hammock' position at times like this. The really sad thing is that they look so cute while on their backs with their little paws all curled up and their faces staring *right* at you expectantly that they totally win, always. Always.
No, the userpic isn't either of the cats in question.
How can one kick the little buggers out when one isn't doing anything with one's clothes while "visiting the library"?
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I got my badges!
They are Awesome!!
Yes. I got introduced to the awesome when
And I'l like --> *click* *scroll* *click* OMG! baby elephant on a phallic precipice! I need to own this comic book!
Edited at 2012-06-19 08:29 am (UTC)
Having a toddler means never closing the bathroom door.