Eventually, when my house is clean, my children are raised and I’m skinny, I’ll write a post about this coat.
blink….blink…dur…uh..eh…
FINE! Gah! A girl can hope can’t she?
I’m writing the post now and my house is filthy, my children will never be raised and I refuse to talk about my muffins.
Look at that scratch on my arm. Preacher, the dog, didn’t want to take a bath….but he did, oh yes he did, I have the scars to prove it.
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I bet Preacher was so mad that he went right out and rolled in Ramone’s cow patties.
Hopefully Preacher stayed clean.
I hate giving my dog a bath. She is 75 pounds and cantankerous. She is usually pretty smelly.
Dogs. Why do we even have them.
Go ahead and blog about the coat anyway — you know you want to!
I really wish that I could get everything done before sitting down to read a book, or take a nap, or whatever, but … I’ll never have everything done.
I love your fake fur. Tell us all about it. My kids are grown and gone and my house is still not perfect, even near perfect.
I guess you don’t have news to share about your sister who hasn’t blogged since December 26 and has all her blogger buddies worried sick, desparate for any news, losing sleep, not eating, walking the floor, etc. Whatta about her? Is she okay?
My dog loves to get a bath. If I leave the shower door open, she walks right in and sits and waits for me. Mostly, it’s the blow drying that she loves. But, she’s just 38 pounds, so not so much to deal with. It just happens to be bath night tonight, before our big airplane trip to Seattle to visit the grandkids. Her first flying adventure! that coat looks like another prize possesion from your Mom’s closet.
Last time our two dogs got a bath it was 10 pm, and chilly, and they had just been skunked but good. Neither they nor I were too pleased to be outside and elbow (or snout) deep in skunky suds. I hope that their next scrubbing is much more pleasant for all of us. At least they didn’t even really try to put up a fight then since I was so mad and they were so smelly… Small blessings in stinky packages.
So what’s the scoop Slim?
Your coat is lovely….My FIL gave us a throw that looks alot like your coat…my boys call it the pimp coat…glorius blue fake fur thrown over their shoulders…
Girl I’m right there with ya right now – my laundry is piled high, there is a whole litter of dust bunnies romping around my house and today on the way to town I handed my kids a bottle of windex so they could clean the windows so we could see out since my dog had drooled his drooly drool all over them and don’t get me started on the bathroom.
Gah is right!
My kids are grown…my house is not clean, my dogs scratch me too….AND I have a fake fur coat too! It’s from Good Will…and is very warm….too warm for a 51 year old woman with hot flashes…even in Minnesota!
Fake fur is MUCH better and you rock it:)
Please write about the coat…I am now dying of curiosity. I also want to know what has happened to your sister???
My house will never be clean, my children will never be raised (they keep coming back!), and I won’t even comment on the skinny part. But the coat. Tell us about the coat, please.
I don’t know how this happened, but 3 or 4 people have commented on my blog that I’m your dad. Well, what a compliment, but…I’m not, am I?
Well Paul, I don’t think you are. But, if I ever need another one you’ll be top of my list.
You look classy! In a beat up kinda way.
The scratch makes all the difference. Love it ~
Is that super warm?