Sunday, March 22, 2009

well that's a fine how-do-you-do

It's snowing up in here.

And bleak and ugly.

But the Crazy Pet Lady offers you this small consolation:

The Crazy Pet Lady is going to offer herself breakfast at Libby's Blue Line Diner as consolation (and also as physical, spiritual, and mental preparation for a trip to Costco; pray for me).


  1. I love Abe. I think he might be sick of living with you. He told me he wants to come live with me.

  2. There is no doubt in my mind, Mojie, that Abe Lincoln would rather spend his golden years with you. Your house is like a luxury independent-living community in Arizona, while mine is like the Holiday House nursing home in St. Albans. But you get what you pay for, and that dog hasn't lifted a damn paw to help out in years.