Today's Cutequote:
"All i'm saying is that if Javier Bardem tried to kiss me, I wouldn't stop him." - Samuel B. Gilroy, 5 minutes ago, 510 W 110th
Friday, August 29, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
so i guess this goes under the category of "aww?"
so here's the sitch. for the last couple of days, your two favorite blogettes have been puppy-sitting (AWW!)--for free. this is a very important detail.
below is a picture of said puppeleh. ella, string beans, tyrone, call her what you will she's still the most fucking adorable piece of meat you will ever set your eyes on. besides maybe thom yorke, but since neither of these creatures is human i guess it's difficult to assess cuteness on a normal scale.
so after the first day, all seems to be going well, until my partner in crime has a sudden allergic reaction to fluffmaster flex (who by the way had a little nocturnal emission all over mollsy's dry-clean-only bedspread) and has to run her over to my abode under emergency conditions. still, all is not lost, as puppy comes with me in my bag (AWWW!) to a writers' meeting and is a huge hit with the semi-employed comedians with whom i "work." then i run off to go drool all over sarah silverman and i get back to find that puppy has once again urinated on a bedspread--belonging to my boss. since it was not i, but my boss's unlucky personal assistant who had to clean this up whilst i was out, this didn't yet have me falling out of aww with the creature.
that is, until she decided the following things:
1. she will not under any circumstances eat dog food, but will instead eat turkey, chicken (off my dinner plate), or cat food of any variety. oh, or anything on the street.
2. she will pee a little bit outside so as to trick me into thinking that she's all set to come back upstairs, where she will promptly find another extremely inconvenient place to relieve herself.
and 3. she will have endless fights with my poor unsuspecting kitties.
keep in mind that for all of these inconveniences, lilsy and mollsy will not be compensated.
so right now i'm feeling a little aww-less...but not totally, because come on look at that little punim is that not the cutest freakin face you ever did SEE?! more updates as this story develops.
below is a picture of said puppeleh. ella, string beans, tyrone, call her what you will she's still the most fucking adorable piece of meat you will ever set your eyes on. besides maybe thom yorke, but since neither of these creatures is human i guess it's difficult to assess cuteness on a normal scale.
so after the first day, all seems to be going well, until my partner in crime has a sudden allergic reaction to fluffmaster flex (who by the way had a little nocturnal emission all over mollsy's dry-clean-only bedspread) and has to run her over to my abode under emergency conditions. still, all is not lost, as puppy comes with me in my bag (AWWW!) to a writers' meeting and is a huge hit with the semi-employed comedians with whom i "work." then i run off to go drool all over sarah silverman and i get back to find that puppy has once again urinated on a bedspread--belonging to my boss. since it was not i, but my boss's unlucky personal assistant who had to clean this up whilst i was out, this didn't yet have me falling out of aww with the creature.
that is, until she decided the following things:
1. she will not under any circumstances eat dog food, but will instead eat turkey, chicken (off my dinner plate), or cat food of any variety. oh, or anything on the street.
2. she will pee a little bit outside so as to trick me into thinking that she's all set to come back upstairs, where she will promptly find another extremely inconvenient place to relieve herself.
and 3. she will have endless fights with my poor unsuspecting kitties.
keep in mind that for all of these inconveniences, lilsy and mollsy will not be compensated.
so right now i'm feeling a little aww-less...but not totally, because come on look at that little punim is that not the cutest freakin face you ever did SEE?! more updates as this story develops.
Monday, August 4, 2008
Cutemaster XL, Washington DC edition
Even without a baby there Dennis Kucinich is, admit it, pretty fucking cuddly. But throw my favorite 1.5 yr old into that mix and serious cute bombs go OFF, atomically, throughout my whole being.
Last week I was watching C-SPAN with my baby cousin and Dennis Kucinich was on the senate floor reminiscing about the Shire or something and that's when it happened. Upon catching sight of Kucinich, my baby friend: clapped twice, pointed directly at Kucinich, and exclaimed with jubilance "A Monkey!"
You guys, I wanted to shower rainbow sprinkles upon that baby and EAT HER like a sundae it was so cute. I'm pretty sure you know exactly what I mean. Plus I think it's by far the best call I've ever seen a baby make.
Last week I was watching C-SPAN with my baby cousin and Dennis Kucinich was on the senate floor reminiscing about the Shire or something and that's when it happened. Upon catching sight of Kucinich, my baby friend: clapped twice, pointed directly at Kucinich, and exclaimed with jubilance "A Monkey!"
You guys, I wanted to shower rainbow sprinkles upon that baby and EAT HER like a sundae it was so cute. I'm pretty sure you know exactly what I mean. Plus I think it's by far the best call I've ever seen a baby make.
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