Time Makes You Bolder, Even Puppies Get Older
It is a rainy, gloomy day in Greensboro, which is annoying because we just did 87 hours of yard work and now everything is gonna grow back. Nature. it not just a good idea. It's the law.
One of the first things Marvin did in our back yard was pee, and also put in a fire pit. I do not know if he actually peed back there. He always tells me he and Lula went out and peed. I hope he didn't, but you never know.
At any rate, I thought the fire pit was an annoying idea, especially because I was worried he'd set our Japanese maple on fire. However, last night was a lovely night, and Marvin made a nice fire and we made s'mores, which you know are good. My friend Nadja is from Germany, and she never had s'mores until she came to our house last year for a barbecue.
We were enjoying our treats last night and Marvin must have been thinking of Nadja, because he said, "What do Germans have without s'mores? Just on-time trains."
Our backyard is so cool. It is hard for me not to look around there at all the stuff I want to do to it, but there are so many big trees and consequently birds back there. And last night as I sat by the fire, I could see the moon peeking at me through our giant tree, which we named something clever the other night and now we can't think of what we named it. Katreena or Petri or something. We loved ourselves at the time.
Oh, and I wanted to show you this. Here is Tallulah the day I stole her.
Here she is two and a half months later, or as I like to call it, today:
I don't even know what to tell you about how I have no jawline. I hate it. Also, I just woke up in this shot, and I think I am very brave to put a just-woke-up shot on the Internet.
But look how BIG my girl is getting! She used to be so bite-sized and easy to pick up! Now it was like picking up an albatross. And I don't even really know what an albatross is. It just sounds bulky.
And speaking of today, it was 11 years ago today that Marvin Gardensalad proposed to me on a ferris wheel in Santa Monica. It was similarly Mother's Day, and after we got off the ferris wheel we rushed to a pay phone -- because in 1997 we didn't all have cell phones -- and do you think we could get ahold of either of our mothers? Where on earth WERE they? Shouldn't they have been waiting by the phone for a "Happy Mother's Day" call anyway?
The first person we got ahold of was my father. Which was nice, but it wasn't Father's Day.
I put this up last year, too. But here is me just having been proposed to. I was so hung over that day. So much so that I decided acid wash was a good idea.
Actually, that was Marvin's jacket. It was cold up there over the Pacific Ocean. And I agreed to marry him anyway, despite his denim choices.
Anyway, that's all the reminiscing and news. Happy Mother's Day, all you muthas.
(Oh! And thanks for your drink suggestions, but Marvin lucked out and got to meet the guy for breakfast, so luckily ordering any sort of drink would have looked questionable at best. He got pancakes. Manly pancakes.)








