In my three days of temporary bachelorhood, I have: Spent two evenings with the television. Spent a lot of time hanging out with Miles, who really misses Mrs. Crappy. Made white chili. Killed a growler of stout from Church Brew Works. Ate a frozen pizza and wings from Big Shot Bob’s. Cleaned the kitchen. Twice.… Read More out of control.
A little more than a year ago, we were part of a kidnapping. And it was one of the best things we’ve ever done. I don’t have a reason to write about this, other than Sammy’s new buddy, Missy, posted a couple of pictures of him on Brightkite tonight. She said he’s doing very well.… Read More happy sammy.
I’ve said this before: Miles seems to be a pretty smart cat. I think I’ve also said this before: Miles is definitely a persistent cat. Miles thinks his breakfast should be served, at the latest, at 6 a.m. He may start asking for breakfast earlier — sometimes as early as 4 — but if we… Read More jingle all the way.
I’ve been tagged for this over and over and over, so it’s a little hard to ignore. I am, however, ignoring most of the rules: Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be… Read More twenty five.
There is good reason to believe that the smartest person in our house is the one who isn’t actually a person. When he’s not begging us to let him down in the basement, Miles spends a good deal of his time napping. He’s getting close to being nine years old, so sleep is becoming an… Read More smart.
Uncle Crappy 