the peeper prober

like i was sayin before...sort of before MY new year started and BEFORE jo decided to do my bloggin and site designin for me while i tried to catch up on some much needed zzzzzzs...my peepers became pooped durin the last doo dad dilemma and along with the peeper problem i was perceivin purple neon patterns which led to pulsatin pains in my noggin. i think it was around that time, too, that that handsome brian williams came on the other screen in the doo dad den and announced that parcelin out to much advil to relieve daily aches and pains could lead you right to an early path to your final restin place. well, i am not quite ready to see the pearly gates and my peepers were painful around the clock which isn't conducive for doo dad'in and i decided that my problem may be too big for the peeper prober i had last visited in the strip mall not to far from my abode.

see...after i married the once prince charmin and sacrificed my 23 inch waist to give birth to our mini, i found i had to get that hollywood reporter and daily variety right up close to my face to see the words. i didn't think much of it until one day the once prince pestered me about how long it had been since i had my eyes checked. i pondered this for a bit, wantin to make sure i hadn't had some emergency room doctor check em out durin one of my mishaps while doin darin deeds back when i was datin dare devils. after quite a bit of time passed so that i could properly parade past my mind's eye all the dandy dare devils in dated datin order, i was finally was able to offer up an answer. "the second grade i do believe prince" are the words that came out of my mouth and before i knew it, the perplexed prince had me at cedars in the world's ugliest eye doctor's office - maybe the world's ugliest office. but the once prince said this was the home of the best eye doctor in all of the...hmmmm....nation i think were the perameters he picked to perk me up.

you'd think someone tryin to encourage you to see correctly would do so by pickin some pretty perky color scheme with pieces of pine made before the 70s and possibly even lay out some interestin periodicals from the present to peer at while patiently waitin for a probe. but this peeper's place was packed with chairs and such perhaps datin previous to the 60s, all painted up in a putrid peach paisley. when his pale nurse plied me from the waitin place and into the perch where they do the probin, she was cold as a popsicle and made snortin noises when she asked if i got my eyes tested regularly and i answered her that yes i did try to do so every 25 or 30 years. she then plopped all sorts of peeper covers over one pupil or the other and demanded i read all sorts of letters off to her and continued to snort after i read em - never was sure if i got em right or not, specially those pesky Ps. she then scribbled some stuff on her putrid pink pad and said 'DOCTOR will be in to see you shortly'. never much like it when they say DOCTOR instead of THE doctor...not sure why but it is always a bad sign of sorts to me.

DOCTOR finally came in and without really talkin to me started orderin me around - put your chin in this, look straight at this dot, read this, is this better or that better blah blah blah blah. i didn't care much for DOCTOR. finally he put his hand on my forehead and pushed back my noggin and pinched some drops into my eyes. he then pushed back his putrid peach chair and told me to make myself comfortable and he would be back in a pinch. it was really dark and i was real tired and could use a little rest so i found a pole on the side of that perch and pushed it down so i was pointed sort of flat and much more comfortable. when he came back in he acted all perplexed at the postion of the perch and sensin this i said "well you said to make myself comfortable" and back he shot, real pissy like, 'well, i didn't mean THAT comfortable!'

i left the mean peeper prober's ugly office with a prescription for new glasses and my prince had them placed in some custom made blue rhinestone filled cat eye glasses - just like the ones i wore back in the second grade. and lo and behold i could see. what's pitiful about the whole process of peepers and people perpetually peekin from em, you aren't really perceivin when you are peerin at all that you could be...it's a pokey process...peepers peterin out. but before i knew it, seems those papers were gettin pretty close to my face again. but no way was i goin to the mean prober! so i found a sweet lil opto shop in the strip mall not too far from my place and when i could no longer see the papers with my previously preemo peepers, i proceeded to procure an appointment.

he was really nice, the new prober, and his place proper and pretty with present day people magazines placed hither and yon so i decided to make him permanent. i never told mini's daddy about my new arrangement and since i wasn't walking into walls or anything, he didn't seem to worry. problem was i realized my ears were too low - somethin that probably happened around the same time my breasts got lower too. i realized it - the lower ears - cause when i put on my cat eyes with the new prescription in em, the only way i could see when workin on the doo dads was to tilt em in such a way that the peeper proppers went way up high and the cat eye part tilted way forward...doin this i could see fine but i must admit i looked rather pitiful.

then that pixel parsin pinky pointin occurred and what resulted with my peepers made me sort of scared - those purple patterns prancin in and out - so i told the past prince i was in a panic. once again i found myself in that ugly peeper prober's office but this time i made mini's daddy and mini come along. gigi and jo came too but only cause we had sort of a slumber party back in the trailer the night before and just moved it from the airstream to the car when it was time to leave. mini's daddy made the appointment for 8 a.m. which in our neck of the woods means ya gotta leave when it is still dark in case there's a hold up on one of the highways or byways and since none of us prefer travelin at that early hour we girls all decided to just wear our sleeping clothes with some fashionable overthing on top except jo who is just sure anytime she is in beverly hills there's a chance she'll run into fabio even though i told her i had never seen him wearin glasses so she got all dolled up and even slapped on some maybelline and spritzed another layer of aqua net on her beehive. in the rush to leave gigi had somehow managed to toast up a whole box of miniature eggos for us to fight over on the way so none of us got car sick.

the office was still ugly and nothin else had changed either. they made me fill out alot of those annoyin forms since it had been so long since my last visit. smack dab on the top paper i wrote in big letters that if i wasn't naggin mini or pretendin to listen to her daddy, i was starin at the doo dad screen. then i was pulled into the perch again and went thru the whole previous process, pretty much as before but this time brought in my posse to protect me...and maybe just possibly to piss the prober off a bit.

at the end the pale peeper prober presented the prescription to mini's daddy - he addressed everything to him as if i wasn't in the room except his bossin me to do this and that or when he glared silent commands at the three unwanted guests he had placed against the peach wall any time they made more than a peep. then mini asked him if my ears were too low for regular glasses to prop up power peepers and if so if it was somethin that was genetic and he said "no - her previous prescription was posOtively pathetic which required her to partake in the proppin - her picked permanent peeper prober should be in prison for practicin poor prescribin". then jo asked if the new prescription would be perfect for everything i needed to perceive, promptin gigi to take the clipboard directly from the prober's pinchers and read off the information i had penned about me spendin so much time at the doo dad screen. actin as if this was news to him, the pasty practitioner jerked the clipboard back from gigi and said "of course not - i will need to pen a prescription purposefully planned for peepin at 'puters" and so he did.

to make a much too long story appear to prepare to be headin for the end, i can now see better than i have in quite awhile which is postOtively wonderful...but this is what has bothered me since poppin my new prescription onto my perfectly placed ears (gonna try to find someone to say the same about my breasts): when you get new glasses and can see better than you did with the previous ones, how are you supposed to know if that's the best you can see? and if you got yourself a brand new pair and it takes proppin to peek, does that mean you are an idiot for not pickin up on the fact that they were prescribed pathetically? and if you go to the peeper prober and make a point of pennin' on the paper everything pertainin to your present peeper problems, shouldn't you assume they read it? and once presented with the prescription, shouldn't you presume when you place that paper in your purse before you pay that it should take care of all the problems you penned on that paper? when we were leavin the pale nurse pulled mini's daddy aside and pleaded with him next time to leave the posse at home. but that was a plea that will go unperformed cause if they hadn't of come with me and pursued what i presumed, i am thinkin i'd still be blamin low ears for my sight problems and be headin for the ear raisin doctor.

back when i used to peruse more of the internet i recall readin quite a few blogs where the writers mentioned more than once how they'd been havin some pretty bad headaches and now that i have had time to ponder this, i'm thinkin maybe i am not the only one who didn't know to ask for two different peeper prescriptions from the prober. i do so hope if you are sufferin like i was you too will ask yours if maybe another prescription might keep you from partakin in the same kind of pain i went thru. be sure to take along your prince or posse if need be - they sure can come in handy at times.

as usual i am behind in everything....i had some gremlins attack my site and it took a week to work the problem out. it's not like i was workin on it the whole week, around the clock but for some reason when somethin is broken i get stuck on it and have a hard time doin most anything else. then once it was done i had to have that sleepathon and when i woke up i had to study really hard for mini's exams this week and had fallen way behind on her homework. so i decided i'd just tell you for the time bein, until i get all caught up again, i'll come and do some bloggin at least once a week - that way maybe so many of you won't write me askin where the heck i am and make jokes about me still bein asleep. i hate it when i have let you down!

okay - gotta study a bit more and then get my full two hours of sleep in. if it's been a while since you got your peepers probed please be sure to make an appointment soon...and if you do any doo dad'n be sure to tell the prober so he'll give you the right prescription. i tried peekin at the computer screen through the only one i almost left my pathetic pupil prober's peachy place with and i sure would have been in a pixelatin panic if i hadn't gotten that second one too! oh - and before i go - when the site was broken i lost a parcel of the posts from people wantin to participate in the fun we have over in moland....so if i didn't get back with you feel free to let me know so i can pick you up where i was left off.

it's me...jo...mo's cousin jo!

hi there...it's me...jo...mo's cousin jo! just wanted anyone who is interested ta know i updated the art for mo's public site and it should be ready for visitin as soon as dirk, the motorcycle cop i picked up over at cal poly, gets back over here and helps me poke through this here dreamweaver manual. he said it was easy enough for a child but i do believe he meant ONLY a child!

anyway, as i explained on those pages i did for the mo site, mo's been passed out cold for waaay over 24 hours now. seems barely sleepin for almost a week tryin to run the latest gremlins off the site did her in. right before her head went down for the last time, she asked me to look after mini while she got a few zzzzs. hmmm...think she meant to say zillions of zzzzs but whatever. i do believe if she could'a kept those bloodshot green eyes open just a lil longer she would'a also asked me to take care of some of the things she has fallen behind on while she was pokin thru all the things on the server to see what happened.

but she didn't and it didn't matter cause you see, we know each other so well i am really good at readin her mind - even her SLEEPIN mind. so i took it upon myself to do up some new pages. i do hope when they get propped up on the internet - where ever that IS - with help from dirk, you'll rush right over and take a peek at em....especially since that mo could wake up any minute and decide that i didn't do such a good job of readin her sleepin mind and determine my helpful assistance wasn't exactly what she had in mind - the one i may have read incorrectly - and go directly on over to that internet - where EVER it IS - and replace my pages with some of her own.

now, i must give credit where credit is due and if you'll gaze on up to the art above you'll see the face of that die hard doo dad devotee tracy. lordy lordy - believe it or not, she helped me acheive my sneakiness from start to finish even though she's vacationin here in sunny california - actually visitin her mom and dad. but even so, she took the time to help me via email and web cam. course, i didn't tell her i only read mo's sleepin mind. i do believe she may have ASSUMED she was helpin me with mo's blessin but we'll work all that out later.

it was actually tracy who suggested i put on my best tube top and borrow one of mini's daddy's old porsches from the garage and drive it on over to cal poly with the top down and pick me up some computer type to help me. but wouldn't ya know, the minute i got onto campus and pulled into the first open spot i could find a motocycle cop pulled up beside me to ask me if i knew i had been drivin in second gear all the way. seems he started followin me right away but i never saw him cause i was keepin my eyes on the road. it's a miracle i didn't end up as one of those fools you see here on t.v. tryin to outrun the cops - with the helicoptor overhead and all! anyway, that's how i met dirk and cause he was actually off duty, he volunteered to drive me and mini's dad's topless antique car back on to mo's in the right gear. he then spent the afternoon with me and gigi and mini (and tracy via the webcam and email) in the trailer making my zippidy doo dad art into mo's new pages. it took a while and tracy had to go put on her string bikini to get a lil sun and dirk had to leave for his shift and the girls had to start the homework i assigned em...and it's when i was all alone that i got the idea to come on over here and blog to ya about me gettin the new pages done! it only took me 42 times to get the password right but here i am!

so...with luck, dirk'll be back soon and we'll poke thru the manual and see if we can get those materpieces up. i can't wait to see what you think. i'm hopin maybe if there aren't too many complaints mo will reward me for all that hard work and let me do it again! whether she does or not, at least now you know that damn vanity didn't fall on her again and KILL her this time and that the only reason she hasn't posted a new blog or maybe written you back or whatever is because she was workin to fix what was broken and wore herself out. but she'll be back shortly. and if i'm lucky - SO WILL I!

okay - thanks for stoppin by and keep your fingers crossed that my pages make it up and STAY up...if even just for a bit...and that when mo finally wakes she doesn't even notice that mini has too much eyeliner on or that i told her practicin good make-up technique was more useful later in life and that we did that instead of homework. and especially that i am lettin mini wear the good tube top to school tomorrow.

officially signin off....so everyone will know it's me jo, mo's cousin, and not mo herself....
jo
p.s. thanks again tracy! you're the best!

yoooo hooooo!

yooo hooo! bet you thought i had done given up the bloggin cause i was permanently poutin after my previous pixelatin pal portrayed me as preferrin to partake in pokin around peerin for pixels to poach from other people's pantries rather than painstakinly photoshoppin my own! but no...regardless of the penetratin pain pinned on me by her pixel parsin pinky pointin and partakin in prime time pea pitchin, i have not punted my pesky penchant for postin words pecked out givin my views on the pearls and perils i peer out at as they pass my perch here in the doo dad den. today that perch is the planked floor. once again i am planted prone with the laptop presently placed on my plush parts...starin up at all the purchases i paid plenty for from pottery barn - which i was previously partial to for personal property portals - while my trusty companion sits beside me, cozy in a brand spankin new kate spade.

i did have to ponder the whole pixel parsin profusely and for a time there i was thinkin maybe i caught that repetitive complusivatin disorderin disease. every time i plopped myself down in front of the doo dad designin machine, i would feel the need to JUST ONE MORE TIME go through a couple hunderd or so of my doo dads done up for delivery via download to check em....JUST ONE MORE TIME...to make sure that pesky lil stitch i accidently thought was mine was no longer co-minglin against it's will with ashley or lola or melissa or any of those gals i introduced to you so very long ago. the other coupl'a questionable pixel pretties were gone but that lil stitch was drivin me crazy. after partakin in that compulsivatin for a week or so i realized my peepers were plumb pooped and i had what seemed to be a permanent pain in my noggin and a primary colored pattern prancin back and forth across one eye. so instead of boppin over here to bang out a bounty of blogs, i was tryin to conserve my visionatin for completin all the holiday doo dads i promised to the doo dad devotees for delivery via download so they could do up designs to dole out christmas cheer to their loved ones.

i will be back to blog some blah blah blah about gettin my peepers probed by the opto doctor with the ugly office and no personality and then hope to bang out some mo-like wacom advice for all those who have written askin for such. but today i thought for my first writin of your new year i'd explain why i am decidin to have my own new year begin a week later so i can maybe catch up to where i had hoped to be on the third day of 2006.

see, i had hoped to take a break from doo dad'n to do some rearrangin of closets and such the week after christmas. but vanity pummeled my plans. it was not my own vanity at fault but that of my child. i do believe that the vainest creature to exist is a girl enterin the teenaged years and the current title holder is my beloved mini. recently, the body snatcher who now resides within her has taken to wearin make-up. her desire to do so happened quite suddenly. it was only a few months ago, on her first day of the present school year, that i tried to apply a bit of mascara to her long eyelashes and slap a smudge of eyebrow pencil on her not so visible above-lid-hairs. these motherly actions resulted in her accusin me of tryin to make her look slutty. guess once she took a look at all her fellow girlie classmates workin to do just that, she decided she might as well join em.

when this new affliction hit, i took her to the department store and we bought all the things she felt she needed to cover up her perfect skin and smear across her peepers to disguise her gorgeous green eyes. i must admit that she has quite a talent for applyin the cheaply made but expensively packaged concoctions and i have tried really hard to obtain a talent for keepin my chapped lips together without naggin words flowin from them. i hope to be more successful at this than i was at promisin myself i wouldn't jerk her hair from hangin down over one soot smudged eye.

anyway....since she has started messin up her face every day, even if not goin out into the world, she has taken over the area in which i used to attempt to do the same, includin mixin her slutty purchases in with my motherly ones. as i have openly admitted here, i am a messy person who lives in fear that someone will peer into my purse and especially take a peek into my make-up bag. the last time this happened the shocked person lookin for a bit o lip gloss was kind enough to alert me that something horrible had spilled inside. i didn't admit that that's the way it looked all the time and if she weren't so picky she could'a easily poked her index finger around until she felt somethin slick and slimey and pulled it out to find a lovely color of chanel lip gloss on the tip that would easily do the trick.

but the body snatcher sets a new record for pig. every time she peers in the 300 dollar lighted mirror she told her daddy she needed (but that i had always thought was just a bit too much to fork over for just slappin on some eyebrows) and deems that she has achieved just the right look for the day and then prances off to the hair area where she spends all that time makin sure she gets hers to hang over her eye just enough to make my skin crawl and then runs back to her new love - a gleemin new electric guitar personally autographed by all the members of a band full of males who also wear make-up, she leaves behind somethin like i have never seen. and that's sayin alot comin from the mother pig.

after too many times of sittin down to try to apply some make-up myself - to downplay my own natural beauty so as not to cause a scene - and not bein able to find a thing or havin to scrape off a top layer of grunge from some vital pot of wonder creme without a lid, i decided it was time to set the body snatcher up with a face paintin station of her very own. i didn't alert mini's daddy to this decision as he would have felt it necessary to search the world for somethin fit for a princess and maybe even arranged a consultation with make-up artists and dressin room makers to the stars when all that was called for here was somethin that had drawers, a surface for the 300 dollar lighted mirror and could withstand a pass with the high pressure squirter now and then. so i went online and navigated my way to the pottery barn.

after pokin through the different sites they pitch up on the internet i settled on the one for teens and somethin they called 'you're so vanity'. the copy was followed by the little icon that stands for in-home delivery as well as the extra shippin price of $125.00 to be added onto the $699.00 cost of the thing itself...plus tax. havin just returned from the pitiful paintin pig pen, i was desperate enough to poke the buy button and arrange for the piece to be sent on it's way. havin already filled mini's bedroom and playroom full of that pretty white furniture from pottery barn and knowin that the nice men in pressed uniforms would arrive to do all the settin up, the extra $125.00 for in-home delivery added to the regular shippin to total $208.00 plus the item's price and tax seemed worth it. i have never seen mini's daddy hold a screwdriver and my old dare devil injuries take too long to go back into hidin after i make em surface when doin assembly of this nature.

i should'a known things wouldn't go as planned early on. after waitin way past the time alotted for the fancy in-home delivery people to call to tell me they were comin, i inquired and found that they had been given the wrong phone number and had been leavin messages for who the heck knows. after much back and forth it seems they were gonna be able to do the in-home delivery just in the nick of time - christmas eve. that was fine by me cause i'd have less time tryin to hide the big ol thing from mini.....i'd have the nice men put it together in the christmas tree room (called that cause bout the only time we go in there is when there is a tree included) and keep mini outta there til the next mornin. they gave me a four hour in-home delivery window...so i set the day up to have mini gone with jo durin that four hours.

wouldn't ya know they'd show up early. havin doo dadded until the wee hours i was still snozin and mini's daddy was already out on his daily saturday mornin doins so jo let the scruffy lookin grouchy guys in. not knowin quite what to do she had em carry the three big ol boxes to the hall outside the master bedroom and then the scruffy grouchy guys scurried off and were gone in the time it took to get me to wake up and poke my head out. seems the in-home delivery didn't inlcude putting THIS thing together and cartin off the big ol boxes. once i went back to the site to look i did some extra poking AWAY from the actual item page and did find a tiny bit of info sayin this item i had delivered was one of the ONLY things even THEY didn't wanna try to put together - if you ordered it, you would be on your own. i do feel it should have been on the actual page itself. see, havin spent a good deal over 10000 dollars at the establishment over the last two years alone and the in-home icon always meanin actual in-home delivery, well, i had no reason to think otherwise or poke around further. had i known to do so this go round, i would have NEVER ordered the 'you're so vanity' - even if offered for free!

so....it's over a week later and still, here i lay.....injured from top to bottom with my fingers all sliced up to boot. see, they say in the description that the vanity has these pretty faceted knobs. they are faceted - or at least the five that i got are - not sure about the sixth one cause i could never find it. they could also be used as weapons....seems when they made em they just plum plopped the faux glass right outta the mold and decided not to invest in a smoothin down process for the rough edges of those faucets.....when i went to grab em and put em on, i sliced my fingers up...sort of really long, really deep paper cuts that really hurt when i try to bend my fingers. good thing i spent the hour before tryin to get the damn parts outta the boxes cause with my fingers all sliced up i might have needed to wake up mini's daddy and spoil the visions of sugar plums dancin in his snorin head to help me. what a shame that would'a been. and i seldom decide to do any cleanin myself but was glad i anticipated takin christmas pictures and havin a clean house appear in the background of em so before the finger slicin i had spent another hour on my hands and knees pickin out all the tiny styrofoam beadlets that flew like a blizzard off the bigger chunks the pieces were encased in as i fought with some invisible monster who was tryin to keep everything tucked in those 3 huge shippin containers. gettin rid of those things could fill a separate blog so i'll not even go there at this time.

i do so wish i had accomplished more of the multi-hour assembly process before the fauceted finger slicin though....like flipping the heavy pieces over to put em together and then havin to figure out how to get the thing right side up again to attach the mirrors. or realizin that because the pieces weren't labeled once outta the box, i had put the left side on the right and the right on the left and therefore had to do the whole flippin scenario all over again to get things to go together correctly. and because one of the thingamabobs that the legs screw into was missin, once finally flipped over right side up, the whole thing tilted forward and fell ontop of me. i'm thinkin maybe that's when my shoulder was injured.

by the time the new pig pen was assembled i was crippled but was somehow able to heave the damn thing onto just enough of the rug to lay on the floor behind it and push it toward it's final restin place with my legs....pushin and then scootin and pushing and scootin....it seemed to take forever but was really just long enough, since tink decided to ride along on the rug, to think about how glad i was that i had chosen such a tiny companion.

i had mini sleep in another room so i could place the piece of furniture i had come to hate in place before she woke up. once i had permanently damaged my hips gettin it to the door of her bedroom, i realized i had forgotten that in the place it was to live was a five foot tall tree covered from tip to tip with purple lights and balls. so another hour was spent getting the decorated tree outta the door and past the vanity and set up someplace else, breakin only about a third of the purple balls along the way. a little more push and scoot and it was finally in place. i decided since i was already layin flat from the leg pushin and had finally gotten my fingers to stop bleedin, i'd just stay put and close my eyes a few minutes for a little recuperation. and that is where my small family found me when the sun came up on christmas mornin. because i have the title of mom i was somehow able to hobble through the day and the week that followed. any less crown carried on my head would have me considerin hospitalization or at least a month long drug induced layathon on the shabby couch.

i offer up this night before christmas assembly story for two reasons. first, sort of as an apology for all that i have let fall by the wayside that last week of 2005....i have left people out in the cold...knockin on the moland door, still have a givin of thanks on the public part of my website, have neglected to send the heartfelt words of appreciation to all those beloved fan club members who sent me such wonderful gifts, didn't send out the christmas presents after christmas as i planned...the ones that didn't get sent out before christmas but that i thought might be okay if they arrived just a FEW days late....but that are still sittin here waitin to depart......these are just a few of the things i didn't get accomplished on my list but just tappin those out with the only two fingers healed enough for swift movin has me filled with heavy waves of almighty guilt. i do so hope to be movin around a bit better this week so that i can attempt to catch up before startin my own delayed new year.

i also wanna make sure that if anyone else is considerin providin a face paintin body snatcher of their own with a personal pen in which to primp and plop their potions, the pieces and parts i picked would not be recommended by the moland product review committee. when it finally came time for the snatcher of mini to transfer all her peeper paints and other face disguisin doo dads over to the new mother cripplin christmas present, seems though the multi faceted finger slicin knobs are attached to drawers that are nice and deep....they only open far enough to place but the smallest of particulars in em. they are just not workable. the only way my mini has found to make the damn thing function in the week followin the cripplin is to leave everything out...and since there is not much storin space on the outside, seems the pots and potions are now all over the room. the only thing that can be stored and easily retrieved from the 'you're so vanity' so far are q-tips. and i wasn't havin a q-tip storin dilemma. so unless it is expensive, large, body cripplin q-tip storage that you yourself are seekin, i suggest you skip payin to have the 'you're so vanity' SORT OF home delivered to your address. since the one i ordered arrived, the problem i sought to erase has been made worse plus now i am unable to do anything about it until more mendin takes place.

as you can see from today's bit o art above, my dear little companion was quite joyous christmas mornin even though her master wasn't. seems the kate spade santa delivered this noel was the best yet in her opinion. the minute she laid her sweet eyes upon it she leaped inside and decided to stay for most of the day, only leavin to dig out another treat from her stockin to take back into the kate with her. she has been livin there for the most part since then, bidin her time within it's silky satin linin until we can both return to our doo dad'n places on the shabby couch. i have been tryin to train her to retrieve treats from MY stockin but so far if i want a snack while on the floor i can choose from chicken or liver flavored rawhide only. if i stay down here much longer i will just have mini bring my calorie filled stockin and lay it next to me.

i do so hope that you had a wonderful holiday time and that if you were also needed for assembly work christmas eve that yours wasn't as painful as mine. if you are among the many i have neglected this go around, don't give up on me just yet...i'm sure i'll be up and around any minute now and ready for my delayed new year to begin.