Our Next Canadian Idol

Dear Readers,

Last night I was taking Christmas portraits of Smudge, Banana, and Sadie, and as I scrolled through the images I had taken, I happened upon this one. I don't know what carol he's singing exactly, but his enthusiasm makes me believe that he's got a real future ahead of him in the music industry.

~boo

Smelly days to come, but it's so worth it

Dear Stagg Chili (Vegetable Garden),

You rock my socks.

Love,

~boo

Pumpkins are too cool to be depressed

Dear Pumpkin on the Window,

Why do you look so sad? Your fellow pumpkin on the window is relatively cheerful, and you get to stay there even though Halloween is over. You're not even on the cold window pane. You're on the nice warm and snuggly window and you get to eavesdrop on me and my roommates' silly conversations and you get to witness our (mainly my) weirdness. You get to smell all of Sara's yummy cooking, and you sometimes get nuzzled by Banana when he's up on the window ledge.

Are you worried that Christmas will outshine you? While I love Christmas very very very much, I also love you, and do you see any Christmas trees taking up your window space? That spot is yours and your cheerful pumpkin buddy's and your assorted Halloween dots'.

I hope you feel better soon, Pumpkin on the Window.

Love,

~boo

Christmas foreshadowing is cold and wet and icky

Dear Weather,

You are snowing! Every year I greatly look forward to that first white fluffy Hallmark snow, as it lets me know that it really is getting close to Christmas (my FAVOURITEST holiday!!!!). But weather, while you may be snowing, you are not snowing white fluffy Hallmark snow. You are not snowing white fluffy Hallmark snow at all. You are snowing cold wet icky and ugmo snow that slowly seeps through the sleeves of my coat and soaks the hems of my jeans so that when I take off my boots, my feet end up in a puddle of cold, wet ick. How dare you, weather? How dare you take my moment of blissful Christmas anticipation and twist, wrangle, and manipulate it into this disgusting, gray, windy, flu-breeding disaster.

Weather, can you please get your act together? I wants me some carols, chestnuts, and white fluffy Hallmark snow!!!!

~boo

P.S. Please don't make our power go out pleasies.

Flour Fest 2008

Dear Smudge,

Apparently flour tastes as awesome to you as grapes do to the Chick in Pan's Labyrinth, because today you thought it would be a nice idea to get into the flour. Of course, you are partially a black cat, but when I found you in the kitchen today, you weren't a black cat; you were a white cat. A very much in trouble white cat.

I think that you've learned your lesson though, because after I bathed you (and wasn't that an exciting adventure) and dried you off (which made you look like Mother Theresa), you looked at that bag of flour with a look of pure loathing.

Smudge, I sincerely hope that you did learn your lesson, because I don't think I can deal with doing that again.

Love,

~boo

While visions of Catnip danced in his head

Dear Readers,
I thought you might enjoy my sharing this picture of the adorable Banana kitten.

~boo