I bring you pictures.
No, not pictures of me or Geoff or the kids. Pictures from the intertubes. Pictures of animals that look like ours. Why? Because I’m tired and I have work to do and I just finished day three of New Job and my brain is full. That’s why.
So enjoy, or something.
Although I was fairly swamped with work this past weekend, I somehow managed to take the time to go see PAX East, the huge gaming convention and general geekfest organized by Mike Krahulik and Jerry Holkins of Penny Arcade fame. Kelly’s brother Matt came up from Philadelphia and joined Patricio and I as we indulged ourselves in a geek’s paradise – specifically, a gaming geek’s paradise. So go no further if you have a low tolerance for that sort of thing.
I’m really tired. I’m not quite brain dead/crispy fried/toasted/speaking gibberish like I was on Saturday and Sunday nights, but I’m not far off.
This was sent to me by the always fabulous Amanda. It was tweeted by the one and only Nichelle Nichols and was taken in the Oval Office on 2/29/12. Yes, I’m going to make you click through to see it, it’s that good.
It has been a hell of a day. Late last night, or early this morning in all actuality, Smoky died in my arms. He was twelve years old.
Snoopy likes to spend lots of time demanding attention and trying to sit on one or the other of us when we’re on the computer. Not exactly the best material for getting pictures. But tonight he finally got comfortable with one of the, um, many dog toys we have around here and he got to work on it. This happens to be a $0.69 special we got on sale sometime after Christmas. Here are some of the photos of him sitting on the ottoman and enjoying himself.
Nope, I’m not talking about Geoff’s obsession with dogs named after Peanuts characters. Though, in this case, the dog in question is, in fact, named after the famous beagle. This time I’m talking about the pup we’re dog sitting this week. He’s a cockapoo, properly called parti-colored, and he’s pretty funny.
Today is St. Patrick’s Day. As I write this thousands of Bostonians are going out to traditional Irish-like watering holes to drink themselves into oblivion on green beer and bad bar food. Geoff and I didn’t have much to do today other than a doggie play date this morning and a few errands. On his way home from running errands, Geoff stopped at the nearest Burger King and got us each a meal.
Just kidding folks, no need to stop reading the blog. I know we’ve been talking a lot about cats lately. I swear we’re not turning into ICHC. That’s just the way things have worked out lately.
Geoff and I stumbled upon this today and thought that it was worth sharing. If you can watch it without tearing up a bit you’re doing better than me.
~Kelly & Geoff
