OMD NO! Not the Matchie Matchie bit!

Wendy: "No, really, I can't even look! I am sure I heard her correctly.  She said- WE 3 GIRLS WILL MATCH"....

'Vie: "Match what? You mean she bought herself a dog coat?"

Wendy: " I have no idea how else we would match! I can't look!!!  I can't! I am so embarrassed!"

'Vie: "She better be growing a tail too. This I have got to see."

And you thought it was easy being me....

'vie

Bone-anza.

Faithful Belle waited for her cowboy who was out on the prairie.

He was a rugged one and she loved him so.

Festus was the love of her life.

Eyes like coal, a manly beard and a cool haze. He is all Belle thought about.

But, Miss Wooffie knew betta. She knew... Festus would be coming home to her.

Life is hard.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JD!!!!  WE LOVE YOU!

And so it starts....

The shopping hunt for the perfect gifties.

Excuse me sir, where are the fluffy duck slippers that squack?


'vie

INCOGNITO

In the car, traveling incognito, on my way to see STUFF in PLACES for GIFTS for PEOPLES.

Ok, the truth is, I was tired, the sun was super bright and I decided to nap with my sunglasses on.

Ehhh.  life.  But I did go places and I did get gifts for peoples.


'vie, still me under neath the glamour.

I am starting to look over WISH lists

Momma has been salivating over-about this machine.

It apparently is called a "slayer". Weird name for an espresso maker. But, I am looking strictly at the "foam potential" and I am down with that. I love foam.

Apparently, they require a large chewie exchange to liberate a slayer. More than seven. I have to bark JD and the Wendy into kicking in their chewies because...on my own I just don't have enough.

You know, I heard momma say that it takes a lot of scratch to get this slayer thingie. Scratch we've got! Why didn't anyone tell me before that scratch was an acceptable trading currency? If I eat anything with chicken I get itches enough to produce scratch for days! Just how do you deliver the scratch? Do I have momma take pic of me rolling around on the rugs? Do I measure it by the about of time I spend scratching? The number of things I have to drag my itches over? I need details!

You know, in the spirit of giving, I am willing to give up some scratch to benefit the families effected by Sandy. I would like to donate enough scratch to get chewies for all the four leggeds effected and how about super soft plushy, warm yellow duck slippers that squeak for all their hoomans. I saw a pair at the store that I really loved. They were loud! Mhh I suppose. JD is wolfing about sizes. Ok, I can see the possible issue. Momma is suggesting donation via the Red Cross. Ok, ok, we'll you know, you could join me and make a gift thought the American Red Cross. They must have all the sizes in stock. Problem solved! Call today and make your donation!

Now, just tell me how I get them my "scratch".

 'vie

How to make a girl HAPPY

Take us shopping!!!!

You know we love to shop.

Just hand over your lazy credit card which has been running the risk of being called a "shut in".

Let it breathe!  Let it out.... let it fulfill its destiny.

Watch us get happy!

'vie and the Wendy too.

LET'S make a DEAL!

You get to keep ALL, and I mean ALL of that challah french toast.  And I am saying ALL of that toast.

What a deal. That toast is loaded with raisins [ ugh]  and it is made with home made challah!!!!

I get to keep the ham.... just the ham. The dead pig.

Like I said it's  a deal! Take it!  You will not get an offer this good ever again...
I must be crazy!

Wait there is more! If you take the offer, for a limited tome only, I will throw in kisses and licks. FREEEEEE no charge!!!..

Now come on, pass the ham and let's consummate our partnership!

It's a happy Sunday sale!!!!

No?  NOOOOO???? What the woof???

Dowi, go home.  DC needs you.
I will live without you...


'vie