Halloween Recap 2011

28 11 2011

Now that it’s after Thanksgiving, you’re probably in the mood for some Halloween stuff, right?  No?  Me either.  But some of these pictures are too funny not to share.  So bear with me.  Or just scroll down and feast on the eye candy – you don’t even have to trick-or-treat for it!

This being the first time in five years that I’ve been living in a house (versus an apartment) for Halloween, pumpkin carving was definitely in order.  No, there’s not a rule that says you can’t carve pumpkins in apartments but it sure is more fun when you can put them on display where people other than the two who lived in said apartment will see the jack o’ lanterns.  Being as in love with Hamlet as I am, I decided to carve a Boston Terrier into my pumpkin.  I found a stencil on the Better Homes and Gardens website, purchased my pumpkin carving kit and I was all set.  Here’s how it turned out.


I called him Hamoween.

On Halloween night I invited my mom and stepdad, my sister-in-law Kari and brother Gabe, and my friend Melissa over for dinner and giving out candy to the trick-or-treaters.  Poor Melissa got in a car accident on the way to our house (don’t worry, she’s a-ok but her car got totaled) and my brother couldn’t make it.  So Mom, stepdad Steve, Kari, and I forged ahead without them.  We are baked ziti and salad and ate a lot of Halloween candy.  Mike got home later and got into the spirit so we put on our costumes.  Mike is the three stooges and I’m a cupcake.  Hamlet is a reluctant sheriff, who would not wear the cowboy in a saddle on his back.  Sorry for the blurry photo, darn cell phone camera.


Moe and the sherrif were all business while the cupcake was happy to eat candy.

Mom and Kari got in on the fun too.


Mom was a more fun-loving Moe.


Larry loves cupcakes.

Of course Hamoween got lit and put out on the front porch.  No, that doesn’t mean he was too drunk and banished to the outdoors.


Don't let his droopy eyes fool you, Hamoween was sober as a judge.

Hamlet was the constant surveyor.  Well, “constant” is a bit of a stretch.  At first he was diligent about barking in response to the doorbell and running to the front door to greet trick-or-treaters.  But when I pulled the baked ziti out of the oven and served dinner, he was totally uninterested in the doorbell or trick-or-treaters or Halloween in general; his only focus was cheesy baked pasta (don’t worry, he didn’t get anything but dog food and a dog treat or two).


"Hey, you! What are you doing out there? Get off my lawn!"

My mom might have had a little too much candy because this was the last picture I took of the evening.  Yes, she is wearing Hamlet’s sheriff hat.  I love the smile on her face – isn’t my mom the best?  I sure think so.  I also love that you can see sister-in-law Kari in the window reflection.


There's a new sheriff in town.

Does anyone have any Halloween stories they want to share a month after Halloween?  No, just me?  Alright, I promise to share my Christmas recap in a more timely manner.  I also promise to include a picture of my stepdad, as he was somehow (inadvertently) not included in any of these pics.


Happy Thanksgiving and Thank You to You!

24 11 2011

Just popping in to say hi and wish you a very happy Thanksgiving.  Hamlet is overloading on stuffing and mashed potatoes so his mouth is too full of carbs to form any words right now.  I’m pretty sure there’s nothing but gravy running in his veins now.

I’m just kidding.  But if I could give him Thanksgiving dinner without harming his health or cleaning up the resulting barf-fest, I would.  I love that dog.  He’s my baby and one of my best friends.  I’m thankful to have him in my life and I hope he’s gaga for me too.  We’re like the duck and the chicken all stuffed inside of the turducken, that’s how close we are.  Turducken besties.

I say all this because, as you know, today is a good day to tell the people in your life that they matter, you love them, you’re grateful for their presence and friendship and jokes and support, all the good stuff that goes with green bean casserole.  So I want to send out a big virtual turkey drumstick to all of you and tell you how much I love it that you stop in on this blog every so often and say hi, read about Boston Terrier antics, and tolerate my not funny jokes and chatty Cathy-ness.

It wouldn’t be the same without you.  You put the green in Green Eggs and Hamlet.  Or the eggs, whatever’s your favorite.  Or the Hamlet, which is why I leave you with a beauty shot of him.  It’s just one of many things I’m thankful for but I sure love seeing that sweet face first thing every morning.


Happy Independence Day!

4 07 2011

Happy Independence Day!  I hope you’re celebrating your freedom, eating lots of grilled meat, not letting any British people push you around, and relishing the fact that you have opposable thumbs (you could also relish your hot dog…mmmm, hot dog).


Proud to be an American (sung to the tune of the Lee Greenwood song, “God Bless the USA”),


Take Your Dog to Work Day Fail

21 06 2011

As I’m sure many of you know, today is Take Your Dog to Work Day.  According to the Take Your Dog to Work Day website, TYDTW Day, “was created to celebrate the great companions dogs make and to encourage their adoption from humane societies, animal shelters and breed rescue clubs. This annual event asks pet lovers to celebrate the humane-canine bond and promote pet adoption by encouraging their employers to support TYDTWDay by opening their workplace to employees’ four-legged friends on this one special day.”  You know that I certainly support pet adoption from animal shelters and breed rescue clubs (hello, MidAmerica Boston Terrier Rescue!) but what you may not know is that I totally failed to participate in Take Your Dog to Work Day this year.  I didn’t bring Hamlet to work today.  I didn’t work from home so I could be with him.  I didn’t even set up a live streaming webcam so we can log on and watch his housebound antics him sleep all day.  FAIL!

I’m sure you’re wondering why a dog lover like me and someone who has participated in TYDTW Day in the past wouldn’t participate this year.  The answer is that I brought him to work on Tuesday, June 21.  No, I didn’t get my dates mixed up and think that June 21 was TYDTW Day.  Tuesday happened to be a day when my two bosses were out of town on business so there were less people in the office and I thought it would be fun to bring Hamlet in to meet the new people we’ve recently hired.  Last night I remembered that today is TYDTW Day but decided that Hamlet had already been to the office once this week and I shouldn’t push my luck.  Yes, push my luck, because TechnicallyDogsAren’tAllowedInOurOfficeBuilding.  (That’s my way of running the words together and writing that really fast in the hopes that no one notices I’ve been breaking the rules all this time when I bring him to work.)  Oh yeah, and please don’t tell the landlord/property management company of my office building.  Hopefully this explains why I didn’t bring Ham to work today, of all days when his presence would have been (fingers crossed, if the landlord didn’t stop by) celebrated.

But now the fun part!  I snapped a few pics the other day when Hamlet was in the office so we can all pretend that he’s here today.  I even have a food and water dishes under my desk; well, not really because that would definitely be filed under “Crazy Dog Lady” but I’m just trying to extend the make believe.  Anyway, on to the pictures.  I know you’re all just here for the pictures of the Boston Terrier anyway.  My ramblings just get in the way.  Feel free to skip my ramblings, enjoy the pics, and post a lovely, pithy, exceedingly complimentary comment at the bottom.  Of course if you’re skipping the ramblings then you won’t have read this.  Oh well, picture time!

Hamlet often sits in my lap while at work.  He’s small enough that I can place my arms on either side of him and still access my keyboard and mouse.  He’s also small enough that I can see over him.  Until he decides to climb on the desk and see what all the fuss is about.


"If I had opposable thumbs I could type 150 words per minute. And use the mouse...or eat it."

Ham loves to be under things, whether the coffee table at home or a blanket.  So I set up his camp underneath my desk.


"Just call me George Costanza, napping under my desk."

Later on he made it clear that he wanted to nap in the middle of the action, so as not to miss anything (even while napping he can apparently absorb the surrounding action).  Yes, he travels with his food and water dishes, red rubber squeaky mouse, and favorite bone.  There’s not much playing with toys when there are 12 new people to smell and their desks to scour for crumbs.


"Wake me up when someone comes into your cubicle."

That’s it for the Very Close to the Real Take Your Dog to Work Day But Not Quite the Real Take Your Dog to Work Day.  I wish I had a picture of what Hamlet looked like when I returned from lunch.  My co-worker Alison LOVES Hamlet and offered to watch him for ten minutes while I went to grab a Chipotle chicken burrito bowl (I could eat one of those things every darn day).  I got back to find a telephone cord tied to Hamlet’s collar, Alison holding the other end, and Hamlet eagerly leaping at every person who so much as breathed in his general direction.  Turns out Hamlet kept trying to run for the door, Alison couldn’t find his leash (it was in the cabinet in my cubicle), and she used a telephone cord to rein him in.  Don’t worry, the telephone cord was unplugged and he was safe and sound.  Alison has two Boxers of her own so she knows a thing or two about wrangling excited dogs.

What are you doing for Take Your Dog to Work Day?  Or is every day Take Your Dog to Work Day for you (if so, just color me jealous!)?

Memorial Day Weekend Camping Trip, Part 2

15 06 2011

Warning: this post is mostly filled with pictures of Hamlet sticking his head out of the car window as the wilderness rolls by as well as the ramblings-on of me.  Now that you’ve been fairly warned, let’s move on to the rest of our Memorial Day weekend camping trip recap (read part 1 here).

Saturday night in the tent was a loud one for me.  I don’t know if I dreamed half of it (or all of it) or if it really happened but the blowing wind seemed to play tricks on my mind. I swear at two different times airplanes sounded like they were flying overhead but only about 100 feet overhead.  I woke Mike up after the second one and explained that there was an airport nearby.  Now that I know was definitely dreaming but where the noises came from or if they were real or only my imagination turning the wind into something else, I do not know.

In any case, we woke up on Sunday morning feeling good and packed up our camp. Hamlet seemed less than interested in eating his food. Rather, he was eager to roll around in neighboring fire pits (Mike saw him pop out of one at one point) and have us remove the cactus needles from his paws.  He never seemed to learn that the pokey plants were good ones to stay away from.  I even pulled one cactus needle from his chin. Don’t worry, they were small, thin needles and didn’t cause him any harm. He didn’t even whine or bark when they were in his skin; he would just stand still until one of us realized he’d been needled and went to remove it.

We got on the road early, having only eaten trail mix for breakfast and planning to stop for lunch at a restaurant in Colorado Springs we’d seen on the drive down.  Our drive up Shadow Canyon was beautiful, just like the drive down Shelft Road had been the day before.  We saw more cows and a few people who had pulled over on the side of the road and set up their camps by the creek.  Had we known this was a possibility we probably would have done that instead of staying at the campground.

The ride was filled with Johnny Cash and June Carter duets and me playing certain songs (“It Ain’t Me, Babe”, “Jackson”, “Long-Legged Guitar Pickin’ Man”, etc.) on repeat three or four times in a row, much to Mike’s amusement/annoyance, as well as forcing Mike to sing Johnny’s part while I sang June’s.  We also picked out plots of land we thought looked good for our “retirement ranch.”

Also, Hamlet pretty much refused to sit in the backseat so he sat on my lap and stretched and craned his neck and reached his paws onto the windowsill so he could get the best possible view from the passenger window.  For some reason I thought this was highly amusing and took four thousand pictures of it. I’ve whittled those down to a choice few.





Since we were on a back country byway dirt road we were driving pretty slow to begin with but when Hamlet got really eager about looking out the window and looked as if he might crawl out of the window, Mike slowed way down to a virtual crawl.  Safety first!

We drove through ye olde mining town of Victor on our way back to Cripple Creek. I felt like a bad Coloradoan (and a native one at that) as well as a bad granddaughter of a mining engineer, having never even heard of Victor. The highlight for me was apparently seeing this building that was erected in 1899 because it’s the only picture I have of Victor. Keep in mind, though, we didn’t even stop there, just literally drove through.



Then we saw some cool mining landscapes, of which I really wished I could ask my Grandad about (unfortunately he passed away some years ago). Yes, I know I could Google it but typing it into a search engine is just not nearly as satisfying and enjoyable as learning about something from a loved one who lived it firsthand.  Plus, Grandad served in World War II so it was nice to think of him on Memorial Day weekend and wonder what the cool mining hill was and how it got formed and think fondly of Grandad.  I think it looks so pretty, the gray sand and stone against the bright blue sky.


We reached Cripple Creek and decided to get out and walk around the main street. We let Hamlet stretch his legs and take a bathroom break and sniff every inch of the three block span and try to enter every casino that we passed (Cripple Creek is one of a couple of towns in Colorado where you can gamble).

The main street was lined with American flags.  Paired with the brightest, clearest of blue skies, it made for quite a patriotic scene.  Unfortunately I had trouble capturing it on my cell phone camera.  This is the best I could do.


I thought this old painted Colt sign was really cool.


There was a cute little choo-choo train in Cripple Creek.  I couldn’t figure out if it was still used in the mining operation or if it was just a tourist attraction but it was neat either way.  And the sound of the whistle just added to the whole western mining town ambiance.  And yes, I said “choo-choo train.”


They sure make a handsome pair.



If you see a place called The Brass Ass with a donkey’s tucus in the window, you stop and take a picture.  Even if your face is swollen and your dog is eager to enter the casino and gamble.  You just do it.


We had to get Hamlet’s picture with this donkey.  Hamlet looked leery but the donkey was cool with it.


This is sort of an inside joke in my family because we have similar pictures of all of us next to a similar statue in Grand Lake, CO.  So if you’re not hip to the inside joke, then just enjoy this weird picture of me striking my bear pose and if you are hip to the inside joke, then you’re welcome.


We put Ham in the car and decided to gamble for a few minutes (few being the operative word as we didn’t want to leave Hamlet in the car for more than a few minutes, although it was nice and cool).  After checking out a few of the casinos, we settled on The Brass Ass, much to my enjoyment (because it meant more occasion to say “The Brass Ass”).  Then, to further our enjoyment we promptly won $37.50 playing blackjack.  Our practice session at the campground picnic table the night before really paid off!  Mind you, this was during about six minutes of play so we were pretty happy.  We put the money in the gas/food fund and called it good.

This is the face you make as a winner.  Happy face!


The drive to Colorado Springs seemed to take eons, probably because my trail mix from breakfast and Dixie cup of Diet Coke from The Brass Ass were not doing much to tide me over. Plus, I was just so eager to hit up the restaurant we’d seen on the drive down – Rudy’s General Store.  We didn’t even know what kind of food they served, it jut looked like an awesome place, a place that was perfect for road trip food.

Rudy’s did not disappoint. Turns out it was barbecue. I didn’t even care that we were headed to my mom and Steve’s house in a matter of hours for a family get together with pulled pork, I was going to barbecue it up!

Mike parked the car while I did recon inside. This consisted of asking an employee whether dogs were allowed on their patio, expecting to be told “no,” and hardly believing it when she said, “yes, as long as you’re on the outdoor patio.”  I called Mike because the smell of roasted meats made me lazy and I didn’t want to walk the 27 feet to the car.  His response, “wow, the Springs seems way cooler about dogs.”  (We have a hard time finding places in Denver where Ham is allowed on the patio, even though dogs and Denver go together like Shelley and campfire hot dogs.)

We left Hamlet in the car for five minutes with a fresh bowl of water and the windows down while we ordered at the counter in Rudy’s.  For the record, we do not usually leave Hamlet in the car in the summertime for fear of overheating.  This was an exception because it was literally five minutes and we knew we were going to retrieve him directly.  Had it been any other case, we would have gotten our Rudy’s to go.


Thankfully, Rudy didn’t disappoint us.  I’m not a barbecue aficionado, merely a normal enjoyer of it, so don’t usually ooh and ahh or discuss the finer points of wet rub versus dry.  However, this barbecue was fantastic.  I’m sad (or maybe relieved) that Rudy’s is about an hour from our house because otherwise I fear I could develop quite the little habit.

We sat on the outdoor patio with Hamlet and gave him a big bowl of water, as it was quite warm.  Mike had the sausage link sandwich and I had the beef brisket sandwich and we split sides of coleslaw and potato salad.  The coleslaw was decent but the potato salad was the star of the show.  Plus, we had chocolate pudding for dessert.  Hamlet got to sample some of my brisket and by the way he slurped it down and then licked his chops for six straight minutes afterward, I’d say he thoroughly loved it.

After Rudy’s it was a pretty quick jaunt up I-25 back to Denver. We had to stop for gas and I must say that paying for lunch and some of a tank of gas with money that was won rather than earned was pretty sweet.  In the most un-shocking news, Hamlet slept most of the way home.


We showered at home, picked up coleslaw at KFC (because we’re classy like that) and enjoyed the afternoon and evening at my mom and Steve’s house with my brothers, sisters-in-law, and favorite niece.  The evening finished with a walk with Hamlet up to the ice cream store where I enjoyed a cup of strawberry, Mike had a waffle cone of butter pecan, and Hamlet had none because I’m pretty sure it would give him the runs.  And cleaning up dog ‘rrhea is no way to spend Memorial Day weekend.

Memorial Day Weekend Camping Trip, Part 1

15 06 2011

As I’m sure you know, Memorial Day weekend was a few weekends ago.  Yes, I’m behind on my blog posts.  Let’s all agree that late is better than never and move on, yes?  Yes.  Ok, onward.

For Memorial Day weekend the boy and I contemplated camping at the Great Sand Dunes in southern Colorado.  Fun fact: while typing “dunes” I usually type “dunces” and have to go back and fix it.  However, we decided with our lack of planning (would we have a place to camp since we didn’t reserve a site?) and the long drive (4 hours) we were better suited for a one night camping trip rather than the whole weekend.  So, apologies if the post title lured you in and you now feel totally duped.

We left Denver the afternoon of Saturday May 28 and returned late Sunday afternoon. Mike looked in one of his off-roading books and found a loop called Shelf Road / Shadow Canyon and we used that as our destination.  We wanted to go to southern Colorado rather than western (as many people do over holiday weekends) because a) we wanted to avoid the crowds and I-70 traffic, b) we hoped to avoid the rain and col weather that Denver and the mountains to the west had been experiencing, and c) it was a little something different and far enough away that it really felt like we were getting away.

So we packed Hamlet, our camping things, and set off in the Subaru (normally we off road in Mike’s Jeep but this off road “trail” was rated easy, which translates to a dirt road that any car can drive on), made a few stops (hello Coleman outlet, Chik-fil-a) and drove south toward Cripple Creek.  Until Cripple Creek we drove on highways but then took a smaller county road and eventually turned onto the dirt road, Shelf Road, that would be the southern half of our loop.  Apparently we were on the Gold Belt Tour, part of the Bureau of Land Management’s National Back Country Byway.  Who knew?


Welcome to the Gold Belt Tour. Hamlet will be your guide.

We drove through some beautiful country.  The scenic drive, getting away from the city, and enjoying each other’s company were the goals here.  Mission accomplished.  The nice thing about driving on a seldom-traveled dirt road back country byway is that you can make your boyfriend stop the car in the middle of the road until you get the perfect picture of various scenery.


Window Rock.


Part of Shelf Road.

Or if the driver has a better view of Cripple Creek at the bottom of the canyon, he’ll stop the car so you can jump out and take a look for yourself.  He’s such a nice guy like that.


Best co-captain ever.

We had a pretty good navigator too, although he was easily distracted by the cows.  We saw a lot of cows grazing (and sometimes crossing the road) off of Shelf Road and I kept saying, “what a great place to be a cow.”


Hamlet wasn't sure what to make of the cows. But he sure was interested.

I spent my time enjoying the view.  And sometimes wrangling Hamlet into a sitting position on my lap.  Other times taking photos.  And other times looking like a goofball while having my photo taken.


Happy Memorial Day! I celebrate by making this toothy grin.

We really felt like we got away from it all.  We didn’t see very many other cars while we were on Shelf Road.  It was a great way to remember our service men and women who fought for our country.  Enjoying nature always makes me appreciate life.  Sound corny but it’s true.

We drove on Shelf Road south all the way to Cañon City (helloooo, prisons!), then turned back north, this time taking the Shadow Canyon route.  We found a great private campground and rented a site for the night.  They had a swimming pool, bathrooms with showers, firewood, and lots of space.  It seemed like a great spot, especially for those who used it as a base camp and ventured during the day to raft or mountain bike.  We didn’t use all of the fancy amenities but did get a hearty welcome from the proprietor.

As we started to set up camp I took Hamlet for a walk around our campsite so he could stretch his legs, go to the bathroom, etc. after being in the car for quite a while.  The three little girls in the site across from ours immediately made friends with him and loved petting him, talking to him, and oohing and ahhing to their parents about the “cute puppy.”  Sorry, no pictures of any of this because I apparently had no brain in my head once we stopped the car and I started thinking about the hot dogs we planned to roast on the fire.  Also, I drank two room temperature Coors originals and I think that could make any person forget things.  Not because I was drunk but because I drank room temperature beer.  Yeah, we planned to get an awesome new wheelie cooler from the Coleman outlet but it was a total bust.

The tent was pitched, Hamlet had his coat on, I changed into warm clothes (although blessedly it wasn’t one of those freezing your tush off camping experiences), and we tried playing cards.  I say “tried” because a) Mike and I couldn’t think of very many two person card games, b) the ones we could remember we couldn’t remember the rules of, and c) the cards kept blowing off the picnic table because of the breeze.  So we played blackjack for a while then I quizzed Mike on card counting.  Wait, that makes it sound like I know what I’m doing and I’m the one teaching him, which couldn’t be further from the truth.  He knows what he’s doing and I was just the dufus doofus how the heck is that spelled? idiot who flipped cards over and told Mike when we was right.

Mike built a fantastic fire with some help from me.  Hey, someone has to twist up newspaper and insert it as kindling.  That same someone also has to light the matches and then hold them to said kindling too closely and in the wind so that the matches blow out.  In my defense, it was a little windy but thankfully I have love handles to help block the wind.  Unfortunately Hamlet is scared of fires, whether fantastic or not.  So he kept about a 20 foot distance from it at all times.  Next came hot dog roasting.  We grilled them on a skewer over the campfire and they were delicious.  Even the first two that I did where the insides weren’t hot (just lukewarm).  Because my philosophy is anything cooked over an open flame tastes better.  No, we didn’t roast marshmallows or make s’mores because…we just decided not to (please see four sentences previously about my wind-blocking love handles).  I could end the post right here, because really that’s all you need in life – a scenic drive with your partner in crime and your best dog and camping and eating delicious hot dogs.  Emphasis on the flame grilled hot dogs.

However, I will wrap this up by writing that Hamlet went to bed (he might still feel just so-so about camping in general) in the tent while Mike and I stayed up talking.  He drank more warm Coors original (the man loves his Coors O) while I hoovered trail mix and we talked about stuff.  I don’t even remember much of what we talked about – although we did play a few rounds of 20 Questions in which I referenced Mike’s family’s trip to Gatlinburg, TN to see the World’s Fair – but I just remember that it was fun and we stood together and watched the fire die out and then went to sleep.

Shelby + Shelley = Love

1 04 2011

I’ve always thought about getting Hamlet a companion to play with and I’ve decided we’re ready to take the plunge.  So this morning I called local no-kill animal shelter MaxFund and made an appointment for tomorrow to go meet this little lady.

Her name is Shelby and yes, she is a cat.  Isn’t she gorgeous?  Plus I think it’s darling that her name is Shelby, so close to my name (Shelley).  When I saw Steel Magnolias as a little girl I wanted to name  my daughter Shelby like Julia Roberts’s character.  I don’t have a daughter but I will soon have a Shelby cat (paws crossed!) so I think the fates have aligned.  Shelby + Shelley = Love.

Shelby’s listing on the MaxFund website describes her as sweet, affectionate and a lover of people.  While she prefers to live in a home without other pets or children, she has lived with a dog before so a quiet dog who leaves her alone will be just fine.  I think Hamlet fits the bill purrfectly (get ready for a lot more cat puns in upcoming posts).  I can’t wait to meet this cat with a “heart of gold” and bring her home.

Like I said, tomorrow is our meet and greet appointment and if all goes well then I’ll go back with Hamlet so he can meet her too.  I’m sure he’ll love her as much as I do and we can bring Shelby home as a new happy family member.

Now if you are a regular reader or know me at all, you’ll know I don’t consider myself a cat person.  Crazy dog lady – yes!  Cat lady – no thank you.  You may also remember my Hamlet’s motto, “Dogs rule, cats drool.”  So it should come as no surprise to you that this is the first of April and the joke’s on you.  April Fool’s!

If there’s ever another pet in the Green Eggs and Hamlet household, it will certainly be a dog.  Well, never say “never,” right?  But since just this morning I witnessed a rather nasty stand-off between Hamlet and the black cat from next door (much rearing up and harumphing from Hamlet and hissing from the cat included), I don’t think a cat would be the best choice.  Especially considering Shelby is a cat that prefers no other pets or a quiet dog.

The good news for cat lovers is that Shelby is a cat in need of a new home (her previous family had a baby and another on the way and she didn’t do well with the changes in the household) and is at MaxFund and would love to meet you.  See?  I can be an ambassador for felines without wanting one of my own.

But, just in case there is any confusion, please let me submit this video (on YouTube via Cravendale, an English milk company) for evidence that dogs are loyal animal companions and cats are two-faced curs vying for world domination and human submission.

p.s. Please, please watch that YouTube video.  If you don’t die laughing, then I’m afraid we can no longer be interweb friends, for that is what the interweb is for – sharing silly cat videos.

p.p.s. The part about me watching Steel Magnolias as a child and wanting to name my future daughter Shelby is 100% true – just ask my mom.