Monday, April 18, 2016

It smells clean to me!



Lie.
Lie.
Lie.


It is a white lie, but it's a necessary lie so she stops that infernal vacuuming.


Just LIE.

Trust me on this. 

'Vie




Saturday, April 16, 2016

This is what we do while momma

......momma makes our dinner. The Wendy is hiding. Momma is losing what is left of her mind...Hooman do not adapt well. Ok THIS hooman does NOT adapt well.

Going for the cute factor to distract her...
'Vie




Friday, April 8, 2016

Wednesday, April 6, 2016

What's on the other side of the fence?


So, I stuck my face under the fence. So... I got a little schmuzty. You would have thought that the world has ended... Momma had a meltdown of sorts. Seriously woman, get a grip, get a new lampshade, get a life, get some Prozac,wine anyone...vermouth? Massage? Hot bath? (Yea I known...only a hooman would find a hot bath soothing...freaks!)

Thank Dogness JD decided to romance me. It distracted her from the fact that even a wet towel did not really wipe away my new found "maquillage". I won't bore you with the stresses and dramas of my household, but someone will be neutered over a dent on the fridge door. It's either that or they have to make the thing all healed. Deep breath. She is staring at me. Dang it, better go take cover... I feel some sort of blueberry facial scrub coming on... 'Vie Oh yea... The answer to the question is ...grass. Grass is on the other side of the fence. Grass, and no, it's not greener.

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

blogging? Nooooo....survival is all we can manage


Don't ask... It's a royal mess.  Being in survival mode is not fun...

Today they take the appliances away. Sniff... Guess what momma is NOT doing? Baking...cooking...living... The thing is... She is cleaning, I know right? Here is a sponge momma... The ocean has spilled, go to it... They claim they are making "progress". No, don't ask me. All is see is what I see... A MESS! You know, the hotel was ok, it was really nice, but it is a hotel... Take away the joys of the elevator and lobby and you are left with a hotel... I am not thrilled, let's just say it. Deep breath, belly rubbing time. No more lemonade! Making lemonade out of lemons only works for the Florida Growers! Up here in Va...it's not working. I am going back to bed. And rain too? Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh".........😱😡😣 'Vie