End game

Last weekend we went to Buffalo Wild Wings, my absolute favorite place in the world to eat (because I am classy). Jason suggested it, although I’m pretty sure my subtle “Y.M.C.A.” spoof – entitled “B.W.3.” – helped tip the scales in my buffalo-sauce-coated favor.

(For your information, the lyrics to “B.W.3.” go like this:)

Young man, there’s a place you can go.
I said, young man, when you’re short on your dough.
You can eat there, and I’m sure you will find
Many ways to have a good time.

It’s fun to eat at the B! W! 3!
It’s fun to eat at the B! W! 3!

(Note that each occurrence of “B! W! 3!” is accompanied by the appropriate hand gesture.)

Upon our arrival, in which I gleefully rubbed my hands together in anticipation of buffalo chips with cheese and spicy garlic wings, Jason cried out, “YES!”

And while I was enamored with the prospect of greasy, spicy poultry wings, Jason was enamored with this:

Vikings cheerleaders.

I wonder if they have a dance routine for “B.W.3.”? 

Sunny disposition

Yesterday when I got home, I found multiple tiny puddles of liquid on the floor. “Must be puke from Abby,” I thought as I quickly cleaned it up, mentally thanking my stars that all the spots were on the hardwood rather than the carpeting. I checked on Abby, petting her and soothing her while Sunny watched from the living room.

This morning, we fed the cats and gave Abby her cosequin chews to help with her joint stiffness (she’s no longer got a hitch in her step, thanks to them). Sunny lunged onto the counter as I was getting my vitamin, all clumsy paws, deficient vertical jumping skills and grunts, and begged for a treat.

I shook out two, and made her sit in a pathetic attempt to pretend I’m training her like a well-behaved circus animal, and put the treats in front of her. A few seconds later, I saw she was still sitting by the treats. Usually by this point, they’ve been inhaled and halfway digested.

As I stared at her in confusion, she abruptly stood up, ran downstairs and started wailing. And then promptly threw up.

She never throws up. Ever. (Abby more than makes up for this.)

But Sunny threw up 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 times, meowing miserably the whole time. As Jason comforted her and I cleaned up the tiny, frothy puddles spotted with cat food bits, I realized why we thought she was never the Puke Culprit.

She was attempting to clean up after herself by removing all of the evidence, if you know what I mean.

After I assured her that it was OK, I had it taken care of, she finally came upstairs to drink some water and then sat hunched over on the bath mat while I finished getting ready, a sad sack of potatoes made out of whiskers, orange fur and a perpetually wet nose known for burrowing into armpits at 3 a.m.

I hope she’s feeling better soon and back to her usual routine of hogging all the sun spots.

My name is Sunny, ergo I hang out in the sun. It is The Rule.

Hey, check out my impression of a coyote! A disgruntled coyote that someone foolishly awakened and must now dispense the price of ITS WRATH.

This issue has bothered me recently as well.

My partner and I (not married for ideological reasons) are thinking of talking about having children soon, and we cannot decide what to do about the surname issue. Obviously he wants his surname, but I don’t see why my name should not be there. obviously we both ‘plan’ to share childcare responsibilities for the rest of our kid’s lives. Also tried to put the two names together but sounds hideous! Confused!

It’s funny because it’s SO true

Old article from The Onion:

NOT BOSTON OR NEW YORK—Something nearly worth reporting occurred either Saturday or Sunday—although no written records of the event exist, analysts claim it was the same day the Yankees beat the Mets to take the Subway Series—when the Minnesota Twins squandered a large late-game lead to the Brewers, but then won the game when Jason [sic] Morneau hit a walk-off home run in a manner eerily reminscent of Red Sox slugger David Ortiz. “Manny Ramirez has really started heating up at the plate as of late, and you know what that means—opposing pitchers had better watch out,” ESPN’s Sean McAdam said when asked about Corey Hart’s eighth inning homer that cut the Twins’ lead to two. “But if the Yankees rotation stays healthy and Abreu keeps swinging a big stick, it will be a tight race down the stretch. Should be a fun summer.” Prince Fielder, Torii Hunter, Jeff Suppan, and Joe Nathan were unavailable for comment, as they are not Derek Jeter, Curt Schilling, Johnny Damon, or Alex Rodriguez. 

 

Poker Face

Wow…Yesterday I blogged at SFC about dinner with Shelli and Emma (complete with pic of much despised okra!). Today I’m going to talk about all the cool folks I met (and I’ll upload some pics later). I totally went to Nationals with the intention of meeting up with online friends, networking and most importantly of all, having a great time. If the time I spent in the bar is any indication, I succeeded! :woot:

All I can say is WOW, WOW, WOW! I should have taken notes because after a while, everything ran together–I’m sure some of this will be out of order, and if I leave anyone out, please forgive me.

The first person I got to meet Tuesday after I checked in was Kristi J…outside, smoking my first conference ciggie (please don’t throw rocks). I also got to meet Kristin and Jax from Romance Divas…both of whom are sweet a sin. I totally have hair-envy on Jax….I want pink hair too. :yes:

Then got to meet Crystal Jordan after she got her First Sale tattoo–yes she got the call Tuesday morning! She’s now an Aphro-girl! Finally got to meet Feisty, but it took us until Saturday afternoon to get all four Naughty and Spice girls together for a pic!

On Tuesday I ran into my favorite best budette Pam Britton, who called me an hour later and ordered me to the bar. Who was I to say no? She was there with her best good buds, Rae Monet (who I know from LSB) and Jen Scully, who was kind enough to sign a book for me to give away on the blog (stay tuned–I have tons of books to give away here and elsewhere), and Dee S. Knight (also from LSB). I’m thinking we should have all of them come guest blog. Speaking of guest blogs, Colleen Gleason was sweet enough to offer to pay us a visit too! networking.jpgI can’t wait!

Pam, Denise, Eve, Shelli and I did dinner, via a ride in a Hummer Limo–as Pam said, “How many opportunities are we going to get to do that?” Well, not many if you’re me. LOL Before we took off, Pam had to say hi to her friend Sheri, who she introduced me too (yeah that’d be Sherilyn Kenyon followed by the sound of my jaw hitting the floor). The margaritas at TGI Fridays were great! As was the company. I think Shel has a pic of Pam kissing a horse. :doglick:

Afterward it was….you guessed it, back to the bar (this must have been Tuesday).

Wednesday was the President’s Retreat (I’m the secretary for my local chapter so I went too). Did I mention I sleep poorly in strange places? 3 hours sleep combined with um, non-excitement meant I was :cry: despite the plethora of chocolate surrounding me…at one point my phone even rang (oops–sorry ya’ll) and it scared the bejesus out of me because I thought I had it on mute and, well, I was dozing and didn’t even realize it. There was much playfullness between Shelli and I (that was the only way I could stay awake), and I ditched bowed out of the second half in favor of a nap, then headed to the bookseller teatea.jpg where I clung to Pam and Rae for all of five minutes. Then I ran into Rosemary Clement Moore (one of my fave YA authors) who was talking to Marjorie Liu (squee!!!!!), and Beth Williamson (OMG), and Larissa and Steph (if they don’t watch out they’ll be the next PB & J!), and a plethora of Aphro Authors including the incredible Kate Douglas and my best new friend Rachelle Chase and wow I was like a total extrovert walking up to folks I didn’t know and introducing myself.

I guess you could say, I was wearing my poker face :yes: