Thursday, December 22, 2005

flannel pj's 4eva

I made it to my parents' house safe and sound. And, of course, sick as a dog. I will blame my hacking cough and inability to speak not on the eight hours of staff partying that transpired in and around E's place of employment on Monday, but on the transit strike, because no one can question blaming the transit strike. Even though it didn't really affect my trip to the airport all that much, except I had to wait outside in the dark and cold at 5:30 a.m. for a bus that I might've taken to get to the airport anyway, and while yes the lines to get through security were an hour and a half long because the security workers couldn't get to work on time, I found a hidden shorter line and only waited 15 minutes. Suckas. Speaking of dogs, here's Babe again. We got her right around my 12th birthday. She's still going strong, despite the nighttime issues.

Wisconsin - Where Dogs Actually Need To Wear Sweaters


Her Favorite Spot


Shouldn't This Be A Pop Art Painting, Or Something?


Jealousy!


And One Of Daisy Louise, Just To Be Fair

4 comments:

Robo's Drone said...

Uh uh uh uh uh!! Waaaa. So cute so cute so cute. Can't take it!! I'm keeling over now. (Merry Xmas, G. Feel better and say, 'Hey' to the fam for me!)

Anonymous said...

Happy Christmas G ...

It's kinda weird reading someone elses blog and involving yourself in someone elses life, but it's a) enjoyable, and b) you have a sort of oddly similar life (albeit you're not an English bloke) that I find oddly reassuring...

Keep it up for 2006... x

Lizi said...

The one of Babe is adorable! I remember when you got her - geez that makes me feel old! I hope you had a good holiday season in WI.!

Gina said...

yes I did and thanks for the card! and yeah, we're old.