Do you want to know who I am annoyed with?
Old Ruffy McWoof, over here. And yes, we ARE being haunted by a pink ghost. Who cannot stop playing with her webcam effects?
He kept leaping off the bed to BARK!BARK!BARK! at who knows what out the living room window all night. Who wants to muzzle that dog like he's Hannibal Lecter? Although I guess Hannibal was able to talk, or bark, still.
Sigh.
In other pressing news, I am catching a cold. I blamed Dick Whitman for this, as he had a cold when I saw him late last week, but then Marvin called me last night and he was all stuffed up. I just saw Marvin on Sunday.
The REASON Marvin called me is because my stupid iPhone is now broken. Why does god punish me at every turn? I just got my damn computer sitch fixed and boom. Dead iPhone.
Naturally I called Marvin--on my regular phone (I refuse to say "landline." How irritating. Landline.)--to report this incident and I do not know why I do this. Thirteen years I was married to Marvin, and 26 years I been knowing him, and he never just jumps in to help in a crisis. His first response is to give me a pregnancy test. BAH! Get it? First Response?
Oh, I love me. And my sore throat.
No. His first response is to say, "I have no idea. There's nothing I can do." And then you find him an hour later trying to solve the problem. But now that he doesn't LIVE here, I only get the "There's nothing I can do" part. I guess calling him is habit.
"MUFFIN!" I said pleadingly on his voicemail, as shockingly he never ever ever picks up when I call. "My iPhone is BROKEN! Help me!"
When he didn't call back in 45 seconds, I called him again. "Mufffffinnnnnnnnn!" I implored. "It is still BROKEN! I don't know what I did wrong! Fix it!"
Wait. Why did Marvin leave, again?
Anyway, he finally did call about an hour later to say he had no idea and there was nothing he could do, but then he started suggesting things I could try to do, and I said, "Can we talk later? It's the end of a really good Golden Girls."
It was, though. I had never seen that one. Blanche's mammy from childhood had had a 50-year affair with Blanche's dad. Who knew?
Anyway, Marvin hung up, kind of disgustedly, and that was the end of that. And my iPhone is still dead. Blanche forgave her mammy.
I leave you with some action shots of Edsel and Roger playing.
It seems like this whole blog is about me telling you how electronics fail to work for me, but I took EXCELLENT EXCELLENT shots of Roger leaping right on Edsel's head, and they of course did not turn out.
Instead, these all look like Roger is horrified of the Eds, and I assure you nothing could be further from the truth. He is always the aggressor in these tussles.
I like how Anderson is in the closet, giving peace a chance. And I detest my peeling concrete floor. Suggestions, please.
Who is stampeding to call Animal Protective Services? Is it all of you? "She lets that huge dog bite her helpless kitten!"
As I was typing this, I heard a ruckus, because I'm 87 and say things like "ruckus," and guess who was back at it?
It's like War of the Roses, over here.
I wish everyone would stop clowning around.
