Whippersnapper!

Dudley and Daley

Two weeks ago we adopted a brother for Dudley.  Daley, also a miniature Dachshund, is a fine little dog.  But Dudley is disgusted with him.  Why?  Well, Daley does not go by the rules.

I present Dudley and Daley with their morning bones.  Daley hides his beside the bookcase and then hurries back and watches closely as Dudley leisurely gnaws on his.  Suddenly, he rushes in, snatches the bone from Dudley's paws, sprints back to the guest room and crawls under the bed.  Dudley looks at me, ears elevated:  What the....?

Dudley lies on my lap, as he does most evenings, watching television.  Daley, who is draped in Bill's lap, looks at us with great interest and then he leaps from Bill's chair to ours, landing on top of Dudley.  After extricating himself, Dudley looks at me like a wise old sage:  That pooch is a disgrace to dogs everywhere!

Bill opens the door this morning to get the newspaper in the driveway.  Daley slips out, takes off down the driveway and sprints up the street as fast as his short little legs will carry him.  Relief is written all over Dudley's face:  I hope that little whippersnapper NEVER comes back!

The Little Jokester

From my Journal, August 19, 1965:

I had all my housework done this morning by 10:00, including washing and polishing the kitchen, bathroom and entry floors.  I have SO much free time!  Guess I'll wash some windows this afternoon.

Had my hair done Thursday night ($2.50 for wash and cut).  Carroll really liked it, but he didn't quit when he was ahead!  "Why can't you get it to look like that when you do it?" he said, "It usually looks like it hasn't been combed." 

Well, how do you like THAT???  I can't help it if my hair is so curly!

Last night, Suzanne picked up my purse and put on my scarf and said, "Bye, Mommie, I'm going in the car to get my hair done." 

She is such a little jokester!

I'm making fried chicken, mashed potatoes & gravy, corn-on-the-cob, slaw and ice tea for supper.  I also made an apple pie.  I made the crust with Golden Fluffo shortening and it's SO tender!  But I'm not going to eat any of it.  I'm trying to lose weight.  I weigh 114 lbs., and I want to get down to 110.  Don't want to let myself go, like Judy.  Last time I saw her she looked like she weighed about 150 lbs.!!!

Suzanne is sitting on the couch with her doll, now, looking at a book.  While ago she heard me banging around in the kitchen and said, "Mommie, don't you knock anything off and break it, will you not?"

Life is Good

Writer's Block

I've had writer's block for quite a while, now; can't seem to bring myself to write anything.  So I'm listening to Van Morrison for inspiration.  I'm hoping my favorite, Into the Mystic, will do it.

Sing it Van! 

Sweetie Pie III

Kamy
Photo:  Grammy