April 22 is Earth Day.
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Hump Day Happy
My sister called me earlier today and we had a big ol’ laugh fest. My mother used to say that no one could make her laugh like Debby, and it’s true for me, too. Other than that, as Granny used to say, “I’m feeling punk.” My spirit is fine, but my body has suggested that I might want to set up my laptop in the ladies’ room and stay there, ifyouknowwhatimean.
SO… Anyone who can give me a happy ending to the tableau below, with props from The Brides, can get something handpicked by me from this book for their happiness. If you are not a storytelling person, i.e., not a Southerner, then feel free to comment with a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25, and I’ll look up your happy thing for you as soon as I get back from the bathroom. 😉
Hump Day Happy
Sorry to be so late, but today has been a little hectic at The Compound. I did buy myself an hour or so of blissful calm by handing out raw marrow bones to the hounds (as pictured above). This made them very, very happy. I’d give each of you a raw marrow bone, too, if I could. Since I can’t, if you’ll comment with a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25, I’ll just find something in this book for you. Bon appetit!
If I buy them, will it enable you to hire a proofreader?
Today on someone’s Web site I saw a banner ad for Stacy’s Pita Chips. They look like they’d be delicious. Unfortunately, I’m currently blinded by apostrophury.
They are saying: “It is art at it is crunchiest.” Catchy slogan.
Button Sunday
They are called buttons, badges, pins, and pinbacks. And on Facebook, they are called flair. My Facebook bulletin board is running out of room for the flair I’ve been sent. Yet I can’t seem to remove any of them to make room for new ones. I need a bigger virtual bulletin board.
Remains of the day
Friday was one of those days when I did so many varied things that I feel like I never caught my breath. I even had a post planned, but not only didn’t I have time to write it, I haven’t read all my e-mail today, I’m not sure I’ve ever pulled up Facebook or Twitter, and I haven’t checked out most of my daily online reads.
I really like Dexter, Tim’s foster dog of this week (and maybe longer; who knows). He’s Tyson’s brother, and half the time I call him Tyson. I also call him Baxter, Butcher, and any other word that pops into my mind. In all the dogs’ best safety interests, Tim’s been keeping him somewhat sequestered. I was working on my craft project outside, and the day was gorgeous, so I didn’t feel like sticking the dogs indoors. I decided it was a now-or-never kind of thing, and let Dexter and Rex be free outside together, now that they’ve had a few days to get used to sharing space. They had a blast, thank goodness, but I was ready should they have needed some intervention. Since it went so well, I let Margot and Guinness join them outside. Margot gave him her standoffish treatment, and Guinness had to bark at him occasionally. Neither dog fazed him. He has too many other things to explore to worry about a couple of cranky females. Like–oh joy! He and I stumbled onto a murder scene. The victim was a bird, and we must have almost caught the killer just after the act. There were feathers everywhere. My money’s on Sniper Cat, the one who sits on Tim’s roof.
All the dogs kept me company while I worked outside. Then later, inside, Dexter and Rex traded a bone back and forth without getting mad at each other. Dexter and I played tug-of-war with a rope toy. He sits when asked, but is still learning to lie down and come when called. Once Tom and Tim were home for the evening and we were ready to eat dinner, Tim brought both Rex and Dexter over, which was a first. I’m sure he was happy; he hates being left alone, as did Tyson. I believe Tim said they were neglected as puppies, so that makes sense. Hopefully he’ll find his ideal forever home, just the way Tyson and EZ did.
This weekend is going to be hectic, with all of us having obligations pulling us in different directions, but I’m hoping to find time to do that post–with photos of the now-completed Mystery Project. I hope everyone else has a fun and relaxing weekend planned and/or gets over their various illnesses.
Hump Day Happy
Oh, no! The happiness book has fallen into a pit of vipers!
April Fools! These sweet little snakes will be delighted to slither around and find you something to be happy about from this book. All you have to do is comment with a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25.
Quotes about fools:
Any fool can criticize, condemn and complain and most fools do. Benjamin Franklin
The great pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him and not only will he not scold you, but he will make a fool of himself too. Samuel Butler
No one but a fool is always right. David Hare
A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool. William Shakespeare
The heart is forever making the head its fool. François de La Rochefoucauld
Failure is unimportant. It takes courage to make a fool of oneself. Charlie Chaplin
Happy April Fools’ Day!
Button Sunday
Earth Hour
I almost forgot to turn off all my lights for Earth Hour.
Then I remembered. The only things left on were the refrigerator, the DVR because Tom had something scheduled to tape on it, and my computer. I took this photo to show how dark it is in my office except for the monitor, which is showing the Flickr pool for Earth Hour.
Hump Day Happy
In honor of the gladiator theme going on elsewhere on LiveJournal, this pride of unusual-looking lions will find you something to be happy about from the usual book. Just comment with a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25.
Lions provided by The Brides.