I have said it in the comments. I have said it on Facebook. I have replied to your 202484010 emails. Other than going to each of your houses and having coffee with you to discuss, I do not know what else I can do.
I KNOW THE FEED THING IS NOT UPDATING MY POSTS!
Holy mother of pearl. You'd think aliens landed, with the hysteria this has caused. I do not own Google! I wish I did! I cannot fix this issue!
In the comments, I said:
If I get one more email saying, "June, your blog is broken," I am going to pop out my eyeballs and roast them like chestnuts and eat them and poop them out and put them back in my eye sockets.
Sadly, I DID get more emails re this pressing matter, and my eyeballs are now roasting on an open fire. Jack Frost is also nipping at my nose. I think it's Jack Frost. I can't see.
Mostly I just wanted to use my drop quote feature, above.
In other news, someone mentioned that it was time for another look-how-Edsel-has-grown comparison shot, and because photos of my pets bug Hulk, I was all for that.
The first day we got Edsel he was docile because he was starving to death. LOOK at his skinny self.
And somehow on week two, I STILL got him over near this chair and my neatly draped sweater. But the thing is, the cat dish is up there currently because Edsel's crate is in the back room, so Francis won't go back there. The whole house is in a lather. So my point is, Fran is often LURKING on that table, waiting to swoop down and smack poor Edsel, resulting in the most pathetic
AAR! AAR! AAR!
you have ever heard. Sometimes he even has a little flash of red where Fran really got him.
Fran is a dick.
So I lured Edsel over with a treat just now, which of course made Tallulah stampede over as well. But you can see Edsel looks concerned about the whole shebang. "we get treet and get this over with? meen clawns over heer."
Not only is Edsel getting bigger, so are my photographs.
I bring you this picture to show you his long, lengthy legses and also to show you where he has eaten the floor and unraveled the carpet. And no, I STILL have not gotten his DNA results. But whoever said he was a Carolina Dog I think was right as rain. Whatever "right as rain" means.
Also too, our dog walker? The Tea Party lady? Has offered to clean our house for us, and as you can see from that floor, it needs it. My commute is 30-40 minutes each way, and I work late sometimes, and then I have freelance work sometimes, and Marvin works way over 40 hours a week, which is a delight because teachers are paid a TON, and even if he didn't work at all he would never clean the house anyway.
So my point is, I think Ima take her up on it. Because who wants to clean the house on top of all that? Obviously not me. See exhibit one up there with that floor.
Now that Edsel is here, Talu doesn't really need dog day care, although once Edsel is bigger I might send them a few times a month just to socialize Edsel. But anyway, that saves money. And I think I'll only use the Tea Party cleaner twice a month.
I am getting a lot of Tea Partying in my house, aren't I? Pretty soon I will be looking for that birth certificate of Obama's. I KNOW HE'S KENYAN! THAT IS WHY HE WINS MARATHONS!
Anyway. Oh, and happy Veterans Day! I am going to an old folk's home to thank an old Vet. I know. I am a suck-up. Is it politically incorrect to say "old folk's home"? Perhaps I will bring the old Vet an Eskimo pie. Then ask for it back because I am an Indian giver.
What a Gyp.
