Happy Monday to you
Happy Monday dear reader
Happy Monday to you!
I am so excited about today’s potluck. I have food! Left-overs, but yummy. I have cranberry and almond pasta salad with faux chicken. Not any faux chicken, but certified veggie Fri-Chik out of the can. Mmmmmm. You can’t get that from just any grocery store. I am also serving oodles of fresh fruit with marshmallow fluff and cream cheese dip. Mmmmm. Seriously people we are only going first class here.
I have written about how all God’s creatures seem to congregate around my house. Well last night was a first. This sweet creature arrived:
Huh? Is it a kitty? Is it a puppy? An armadillo wearing a fur coat?
Nope. That my friends is a skunk. A skunk curled up comfortably sleeping between my house and a very large digger toy.
Not any skunk, but the skunk that went through the dog door, ate dog food, sprayed the area and then went out to sleep on my back porch a mere 6 inches from where I took the picture through the glass door.
Hello? Are these creatures NOT reading my blog. Because I think I recently posted a lengthy list of what happened to PREVIOUS creatures who dared tread on Holly soil.
Let’s just say that he won’t be making that mistake again. Animal control came out and extracted him. Tomorrow we will find out if he has rabies. Oh goody! If he does then I will chronicle the 90 day house arrest my animals get to endure because they are NOT REGISTERED in my town. They have shots, but I didn’t fill out the proper paperwork which I am sure is going to lead to all sorts of fines. Fun stuff here at the Nirvana.
I promise the faux chicken is not skunk meat.
Regular potatoes and a VERY small watermelon.
Really now, does it get much better then the “What’s in Holly’s fruit bowl” segment?
Next time I go to Starbucks I am going to order this:
Venti, soy Chai tea latte in a cup that’s center of gravity is not at its rim, has a tight fitting lid, a cozy that doesn’t rest on the bottom of the cup and can’t be easily crushed by my bare hand in the act of being carried.
Crazy me. Wanting to actually consume my $4+ drink instead of wear it. BRING BACK THE OLD CUPS STARBUCKS.
Today the cat threw up in the living room. Rhett walked through it. Rhett had major tantrum when I removed his shoes to clean them (don’t ask. He is so attached to his shoes he wears them to bed…yes, with his PJs). I finally got him calm, cleaned his shoes and then started in on the carpet.
Ryan walks through and asks what all the commotion is about. Rhett says, “kitty puked”. *stop a minute…where did he learn that?*
Ryan says, “what is puked?” *whoa..not from Ryan!*
If you missed my road trip extravaganza, please click here.
Skunks, small watermelon, puking cats, crappy cups, a link to floating sandwiches and faux meat…
Very random potluck this week, but entertaining as always!
Wow that is some post. Skunks, Starbucks kitty puke and a very small water mellon. Now I feel ready to start my day.
UGH! Skunk? How awful. Truly awful. Rose has to be licensed to be a dog in Denver too. It’s completely stupid. Every year we mail them money and her rabies ticket. Then she’s a DOG! whoo hooo!!
Your unlicensed, unauthorized pets…. well they live in a kind of gray zone of specieshood! 😉
I admire your courage – this is a lot to face on a Monday morning.
*giggle* “Kitty puked” Sounds like a day at my house!
Oh, and M can’t stand having her shoes off, either. She goes into meltdown city when I insist she sleeps SANS shoes (because her feet stink to high heaven otherwise)
Ew…ew…ew…ew…ew. I skeered of skunks. And puke.
The skunk sprayed IN THE HOUSE?????
I’m really glad you had animal control take care of this one instead of putting on your GREAT TRAPPER hat.
There is almost nothing better than the “what is in Holly’s fruit bowl” segment. Except I also love the google stuff. And the animated stuff. And the pajama stuff. And the whatever stuff.
Are the shoes winter or summer shoes? Does he wear them with winter or summer pajamas?
This is one stinky potluck!!
Ewwww! Lovely, just lovely.
You had me at Fri-Chik. Must go search my cabinet now, on the off chance that I have some.
The skunk sprayed? Yi-yi-yi.
Maybe you could get a doggie door that opens to a signal emitted by a collar-wearing member of the household. Like in Over the Hedge. (I get all my current tech and pop culture info from animated movies. And your blog.)
It doesn’t get much more appetizing than this . . . !