I am puny

I am a tad bit under the weather today with a stomach bug.  Hope all is well with you all and I'll will be back to my naughty self soon.  Happy Weekend to all.

Oh, lawsie, Avery!

A certain someone is not quite two yet but is getting a head start on acting two.  It seems Avery likes to hide at Starbucks and scream "I see you" and then when her mom tries to grab her, she tries to scratch her mom's face.  Thank goodness her mom is a total saint and just rolls her eyes....  by the time you're on #3, it's just easier and you might as well.

Avery has also become quite the climber these days.  Get a load of her perched on the arm of that chair.  It seems she wanted something in her bed and decided this was a grrrreat way to get it, all by herself.   Avery, your sister already has a broken arm...please don't go there.

Lastly, getting your hair cut at the Barber Shop is just something every girl needs to do at least once in her life.  Look at that sweet face and those lips....man, she's going to be a heart breaker.

It's Legal!!

It's OFFICIAL!!! They're MARRIED!!!!!!!

They're MARRIED!!!  They just got hitched at the Court House in Nashville!!!  Now all that's left is the symbolic ceremony in Capri.  Getting married anywhere in Italy is a bear--you have to visit the Consulate, the Embassy, and then there's a residency requirement, and then you have the choice of either a church wedding or in the Registry office. 

IF you come already married, you can have a wedding ANYWHERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Mr.and Mrs Benjamin Francis Harris. 

It's an old pic but I didn't have any newer one.  Hello, Capri!!  Here we come!!!

Poor Sis

Last night was really embarrassing.  Fred had a guy friend drop over and they were visiting in here where the computers and comfy chairs are, just a chillaxin', talking and laughing. Because Sis was making a total pest of herself, they finally shut the door, trapping her in the hallway all alone.  I was in our bedroom and heard the whole thing and just about lost my grip.  First it was the whineys, boo hoo hoo, then she came back to me and tattle tailed how they wouldn't let her in, and wanted me to walk down the hall, and let her back in.  They were laughing and having fun and she... wasn't... invited.  I told her no and for the next 15 minutes, she cried and moaned, and to add that extra little touch of drama, she laid down outside the door where they were, to howl- talk.  I wish I'd filmed it...it was that hilarious.

  When she finally gave up, she came back where I was for some solace.  I loved on her, and the second she heard the door open, she took off flying to get in where Fred was, even though he was letting his friend out the front door.  Seriously, I'm starting to wonder how old Sis is going to cope when we are gone.  I have a friend staying here with her because my dogs don't ever get boarded--they stay home at their house and someone comes to stay with them.   Now that the elderly gentleman,Wiggles, is in dog heaven, it's going to be interesting to see how Sis does, going solo, without her SO (significant other-Fred).  They have their little daily routine and I don't know if she's going to like doing it with anyone other than him.  Oh, well.  Time to buck up, Sis. 

I wonder if they have dog toys in Capri?

You saw a what?

I found out this morning on my walk that we've had an intruder in our neighborhood.  My friend, Leslie, who lives a few houses down from us was out walking her two Portuguese Water dogs when we ran into each other.  As her dogs lay down in a neighbors sprinklers, and mouthed the sprayers as they shot out water, she mentioned she was really concerned because the intruder was a coyote, and was in her yard last Wednesday at 9:15 in the morning.  She said her friend snapped a picture of it.  That I've gotta see.

  Leslie said she had been meaning to call us because of Sis.  She's seen Sis out front, alone and unleashed,  barking her head off, and she was worried old Sis might make a nice breakfast sausage for some hungry coyote.  There's  no doubt about that.  Throw the bunny in the mix and some coyote would be eatin' good in da 'hood.  Eh...I hate to even think about that.  So Sis is now grounded from going out front alone, and if need be, I'll take the pellet gun with us.  If I can hit a doe, I can hit a coyote, and I know I can shoot out the neighbors windows, while I'm at it. 

I swanny...all we need now is a snake sighting and that would just fry my bacon.  I hate snakes worse than mice, and both are just evil.  There is no positive reason for either of them that I can see, and snakes are just all kinds of wrong.  Ditto mice.  I am hatin' and I am sayin'. 

Furrrrr

For those not in the know and hopelessly un-hip, one of this seasons must haves is a faux furrrrrrrrr of some sort. So, for fun, I just glanced through Nordstrom's offerings and came away empty handed, and I have a feeling I may stay that way.  Several of the ones pictured looked like monkey hair/fur, and not in a good way either.  Think a really bad African American wig and you've pretty much got the picture, only think of it as a vest.  Cut to the picture of the one that was pretty, but even on a skinny model, made her look welllllll.....fluffy.... and you want to know what it was called?  A Chubby.  Seriously...is there a woman alive that's going to buy something called a Chubby??  Not me.  There was one faux leopard coat that was neat and then, of course, the Rachel Zoe pick which was gorgeous, $500, and looked like you could only wear underwear, if that, underneath it.  So what happens if you get hot?  Clearly that one's out. 

I did see a faux shearling vest that was tres' cool so for now, that's going to have to be my fall back position.  And speaking of fur, last night at a wedding Benji and Andrea attended, Benji thought the bottom part of the brides dress was fur.  I know Vera Wang appreciated that a whole lot, given that it was really some sort of flowery petals that were no doubt created by hand, and stitched on, one by one.  I'm still screaming over the fact that after a couple of drinks, Benji sidled over to the bride to sneakily touch the fabric, to be sure it really wasn't furrrrrrrr.  Oy vey.