I came down with the same cold that’s been going around the swim team, so I figure that had something to do with yesterday’s little pity party.
Time for some serious medicinals! Like… Margaritas! All that salt and sugar and tequila… why, it’s ever so good for you. Feed a fever, drown a cold in Tequila, I always say.
For today’s Super Sabado, I just want to look for things that’ll knock me out of this snack bar-induced funk I’ve been in.
So let’s take a look at what’s been going on elsewhere while I’ve been begging for donations and compiling shopping lists and rewriting volunteer schedules for the millionth time…
First note…I am safe and sound. I live on top of the mountain. If it floods where I am, they’d better break out the ARK!
Yikes! This just in from Bonnie Calhoun, who is sitting in the middle of a 9 county state of emergency. Yes, Bonnie! You’re right! Having to run a snack bar is nothing in comparison to a flood!
Somehow, everything stopped, or turned so slow I thought it had stopped. Various thoughts flashed through my mind. I’m about to fall in the water. The biggest crocodile I have ever seen is in the water watching me. When I hit the water it’s all over…
Wah! 60 and Counting! Okay, so you’re right, too: having to organize the snack bar definitely isn’t as bad as becoming a crocodile chew toy!
It just FEELS that way.
Things became sour between them, and he decided to blackmail her. He had photos of her she’d sent him, also the photos off the site, he had digitally morphed them, so indeed it was her face and body, but the clothes she once was wearing………….were gone.
Holy cow! And Lady Justitia weighs in… organizing this snack bar is definitely not as bad as being blackmailed by an internet pervert.
Let’s just say we’re feeling a just a little bit embarassed right now about our whiny little episode…
We cover our steering wheels with special reflective fabric in the hope of avoiding the searing pain of burning flesh when we climb into our cars at lunchtime. For a few moments of relief, we head to ice rinks, water parks, and desert lakes – even if we don’t like these places. If we’re endurance athletes, we train at 4 a.m. when, if we’re lucky, the temperature dips to 90 degrees.
Okay, okay! You’ll hear no more whining from us, we swear, especially about San Diego being hot and muggy. Elizabeth in Phoenix has it way worse.
Really guys, we’re over it… and feeling kind of silly, too. So let’s change the subject. What else has been going on with you all?
If you happen to see a brindle white shih tzu dragging a severed limb, please excuse the mess. We’re still house training.
Maryanne, a fellow San Diegan you may want to avoid visiting for a while, at least until she gets things… ahem… under control. Okay… so maybe even house training a shih tzu is tougher than running a snack bar, too…
The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat’s butt. I cannot stress this enough!
Dennie of Dennie’s Thoughts, finally putting her foot down! (Maryanne, are you paying attention?)
Meet Dodger, our new puppy! He’s a long-haired Mini Dachshund.
Some friends surprised us with him Sunday afternoon.
Sweet little Dodger, newest addition to the Desperate Writer household. Nothing will cheer you up faster than a new puppy, unless it’s TWO new puppies….
Derby — 4 weeks old!
And here’s adorable little Derby, newest addition to the Church of Angst. Cuteness!
Call me Mopey McBiscuit. I’ve been a total schmoodge for the past three days.
Dwight, the Troubled Teen, who apparently didn’t get the puppy memo.
Oops. I guess I didn’t get the memo that said no snacking on them. Or was it I wasn’t supposed to bring it into the house first?
TukiKabuki, the eternal kitten, who also didn’t get the puppy memo.
Bwa ha! We’re kidding! TukiKabuki does not snack on puppies. Just ask her human servant, Kristen. Kristen????
Frost is “a cool and refreshing style” for Fauna, inspired by frost, ice, snow, and winter in general.
The talented James Huff (AKA MacManX), introducing his first custom theme style, based on the Fauna theme. If you’re shopping for a new WordPress theme check out Frost first, because it is beautiful, crisp and clean. Nicely done, James! (You can see a screenshot of Frost here.)
Eventhough she decided not to take my book on, she did give me a few pointers on what is wrong, so I’ll be working on it. I’m one step closer to being published. God is good.
Mimi of Mimi’s Pixie Corner. Way to go, Mimi!
Yep, you know where this is going. I wasn’t alone. That’s right…the neighbor was coming in through the back sliding glass door at the same moment my husband was coming into the house through the garage. I was stuck in the middle.
Teri, in a VERY interesting episode of Here’s to Happy Women. We can always trust our blogosophere friends to come through with great tales of accidental exhibitionism.
Subjectively, one may find dead dogs or dead babies disgusting, but that should not affect an objective conclusion about the quality of writing.
Bernita Harris, an objective concluder if ever we met one.
“Children,” he once addressed my brother and me, “just remember two things when you move back on that mountain. Grizzly bears kill. And polecat stink will stick to you for a month.”
One of Buffy‘s many interesting relatives, passing out some important safety tips.
And for those of you who’ve stayed until the very end, here’s a fun little poke at L.A. County, the heart of La La Land. Heh!
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Super Duper Sabado as always! Awwwwww “Desperate Writer’s” puppies!! Hang on….puppy dogs! I mean puppy dogs! Awww it’s too cute!
Sounds grim, doesn’t it, Bonnie?
Mini Dachshunds are cute, and Dodger is the cutest! But I do have a soft spot for baby bulldogs, Michelle.
Now that I look at it, Bernita, that line does sound kind of grim and stuffy, just sitting there all by itself. But you make a good point in your original post! Most of the time I get so caught up in the storyline that I can’t be objective about the writing.
Puppy dogs! Supertastic Super Sabado, as always.
Yes, my cats think I am there servant. Silly puddemtwitters. And he has taken on a puppy. And won. Poor Biscuit. Three cats ganged up on him. Twas not a pretty sight. Cornered dog, three cats looking for a serious kicking of puppy butt.
Ooops, I hear my furry master (orange moaner) calling me. He’s atwitter about the wood flooring in progress.
Get better soon, Bonnie. Bad cold. Blame the chaos gods for that, too. 😉
We have survived! Puppies and kittens always make me smile, and the blog about the naked menage trois was hysterical!
It hasn’t rained at my house since April and I nearly had heatstroke on Thursday. Bonnie Calhoun is contemplating building an ark ’cause there’s so much water in her home state and the coolest new WordPress theme is “Frost.” A mush-faced bulldog named Mojo is ghost writing Ballpoint Wren and the babes in LA think cashmere comes from a boy cow with tusks.
God bless America!!