The Old Folks Home

[chickisoup]

 

[chickisoup]

We had such a good weekend this past weekend. We went to see the Guess Who Friday night. The last song was American Woman and the encore song was These Eyes. Great concert. Saturday I worked with SCG on the growth chart. Yesterday I got started on a birthday wall hanging for my step son. He is a policeman in Michigan. I am working off a picture but I think it is coming out really nice. I just have to quilt the black backing and it will be ready to go.

WOW.

 

[chickadoodles]

Wow!

 

[superchemicalgirl]

Al, was that your voice I heard echoing down the halls when everyone was trying to sleep?

Mentioning loud voices, I'm surprised there weren't also two wide-eyed and grumpy humans in addition to the fur at your place, SCG. Cats may stalk their prey silently, but they usually scream the house down when they battle. We have a couple of cats here that don't like each other, and one sometimes lets loose with an ear-splitting shriek when the other cat just walks into the room. Who needs a defibrillator, eh?

Oh no there was grumpy humans, too. I woke up thinking that there was an electrical fire with our space heater. I'm not sure where my unconscious mind came up with that one, but it did.

I ended up locking the cats out of the bedroom to try to get some sleep and then they alternated crying/whining/scratching at the door and fighting at it.

 

[chickadoodles]

Scg that is terrible.


I had one of those nights where I was up and down all night last night.

 

[chickadoodles]

Yesterday DH made a set up for the rabbit cages. So we could separate the boys from the girls.
We put some vinyl on the cages to protect them from the wind and cold. We will be able to roll the sides and back up when it warms up more.

 

[Alaskan]

Looking good!

 

[drumstick diva]

I LOVE "These Eyes," whenever I am in the mood for a really good cry - I listen to that, and "Go Now"(Moody Blues, plus a few dozen over tear jerkers

 

[chickadoodles]

Thanks Alaskan.

 

[sourland]

Geez Les, you are a pushover! A little food and
"touch my daughter and you DIE!"
turns into
"come on in, sit down, what did you bring me to eat?"

Thank goodness he isn't old enough to buy beer or you would be planning the wedding with him!

Daughter once dated a kid who worked in a liquor store. Every time he entered the house he brought a six pack of another type of beer. I loved that kid, but it didn't work out. That boy was way too much like me. She made a far better choice eventually.