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Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Rain drops keep fallin' on my head

How, I ask you, HOW is a girl who loves her some rain storms supposed to do work when there is a luscious rain storm raging out there? This sort of weather calls for candles, popcorn, a throw, the original Halloween movie, and a Pooper by one's side.

Will someone please email my supervisor and tell her I am unable to work today?

Quick side note:

Said storm started about 5 this morning. Now Reba, brave girl that she is with her Paw of Death, hates rain. I never even saw when she took off, but suffice it to say, she is undoubtedly traumatized under my bed.

Gage, my big strong Poop-a-loop, was laying in bed with us. I had gotten up to pee because I pee more than an old man whose prostate is the size of his head, and even the hubs had woken up due to the loud thunder. I climb back in bed with my hubs and my doggie and then the dog sees lightening. Not sure what he thought was going on, but his answer to it was to bark at the lightening. I cracked up. We called him back to the bed to lay in between us and be all secure, so the barking would stop. The hubs fell back asleep, but as I was laying there getting ready to nod off myself, I hear Gage, "Mmmmmmrrrmmmmmffff." He did one of those "I know I should still bark since the lightening is still going, but I am tired bear." The bark was one of those closed mouth, no effort, lip fluttering barks. So there I am, 5:30 AM in a bed with a hairy man, a hairy dog laughing to myself.

That, my friends, in a nutshell, is my life.

*****UPDATED TO ADD*****
It is now noon. Reba just NOW strolled out from where ever her hiding place was. He walked into the room where I work and tapped me on the leg. I look down and she proceeded to meow for 5 solid minutes while I talked to her a made a big fuss because the Queen Bee decided to come out. In essence, she no likeah the rain.

Yeah, she talks to me. Shut it.

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Elizabeth at 10:08 AM



at 10:38 AM Blogger Kami said...


at 10:38 AM Blogger Kami said...

Crazy ass dog.

Dude. It is so windy here today, that I think my house may blow over.

at 12:52 PM Blogger Tammy said...

That dog cracks my ass up.

I had a scared Princess in my room at 2:30 a.m. because "the storms scare me." Yeah. It's just wind.

So, her bumpy ass was crowding me for the next 4 hours.

at 2:01 PM Blogger patti_cake said...

Aw that's cute! Nothing like hubs & pup in the bed with ya!
I have talking cats too :)

at 2:14 PM Blogger Shell said...

We're getting a ton of wind too. And in a skyscraper on the 51st floor it is NO FUN. I've almost tossed my cheerios at least four times. Carrie's hanging on for dear life too.

I like it to rain at night. Just knocks me right out. Some of the best sleep I ever had was during a thunderstorm...and hurricane Alicia back in the 80's.

at 2:22 PM Blogger Cheeky said...

My Willie used to bark like that - the sorta closed mouth bark. He would do it while he was dreaming - too funny.....

I love a good storm - and yeah I think it is a good cause to take some time off ...hehe

at 3:33 PM Blogger Carrie said...

Aw, sweet silly pooper. :P

If it storms I have to open the cabinet in the bathroom for Sarabi and Leroy to hide in, otherwise Leroy will sit in the hall going, 'Mrrrrooorrrw' in that low kitty voice. :P The other cat just prances around mocking their fear.

oh, and I have conversations with my cats all the time. Just this morning i was explaining why I'm sorry we're out of treats, and I will try to get some after work, but that there is plenty of healthy good-for-you food in the kitchen and it doesn't mean I don't love my little ones.

Yeah, I'm *this* close to being locked away in an asylum. :P

at 5:17 PM Blogger Lori said...

Ooh, I love the rainstorms too.

at 5:50 PM Blogger Sheri & SuZan said...

I talk to my Mercedes too!

I agree with ya on the rain storm thing...L O V E T H E M!

Your doggie cracks me up.

at 7:00 PM Blogger Zen Master said...

My cats talk to me... I mean don't they all? ;-)

at 2:22 PM Blogger The Kept Woman said...

My rabbit used to talk to me too.

She had a bad, bad potty mouth though.

at 4:13 PM Blogger asterismos said...

Awwww! I like talking kitties!


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