Last evening some friends came over to help celebrate my birthday, and enjoy some Baskin Robbins ice cream cake. We had a delightful time, schlurping dessert and trading stories of one kind and another.
Cliff played dessert chef, and we all enjoyed second helpings. Yum. Ice cream flavor? Chocolate.
Here’s the gang. That empty chair was Cliff’s. He took this shot.
That old man in the coral shirt, on the lower left is yours truly.
I enjoyed it so much that I’m going to suggest we do this more often, birthdays or no. After all, we each have more unbirthdays per year than birthdays!
(To be posted VERY LOW on the refrigerator door, pet-nose height.)
Dear Dogs and Cats:
~ The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate or food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.
~ The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.
~ I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.
~ For the last time, there is no secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob, or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through
the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years--canine or feline attendance is not required.
~ To pacify you, my dear pets, I have posted the following message on our front door:
To All Non-Pet Owners Who Visit and Complain About Our Pets:
1. They live here. You don't.
2. If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. That's why they call it "fur"niture.
3. I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.
4. To you, they are animals. To me, he/she is an adopted son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn't speak clearly.