So now I show you what happened while we were sweepin last night! Our night bloomin cereus gave us a big, beautiful bloom!
I fink... in pitchers, she look to me like fireworks. Yep, she kinda do.
I cannot express how special they seem, but they each are... and I hope you do not tire of seein em, on a counta we celebrate each bloom we are lucky enough to experience! And here she is from the side...And now back to normal 'broadcastin' (ha)... The Mom was home at the usual time this afternoon, and me and the Bleu cannot be happier... wif the seein her, wif the timely dinners, wif the much more routine... 'routine'!
The Bleu is... ornery, still... wifout regard to gratitude for the timely and prompt any fing. It is a condition he has, and I am not the only one who say he have it. Neither is the Mom.
Even the very sweet and kind hearted Aunt Madison who love Big Boy like her own will tell you that the Bleu has got a ornery streak, big time. We all fink it is tied wif his unusual sense of humor and way of amusin heself... but some time the Bleu just play deaf!
He is really not, however, on a counta next minute he all over heself tryin to please you... He also fall for the classic "shakin berry treat bag" routine, as well as just the even very quiet words uttered, yea whispered, from the back door... "b e r r y t r e a t s"... And the Bleu come a runnin!
As for the me, I make quick rounds of my investigations... and I'm ready to hang wif MY the Mom!
Old gal and I settle in to watch local news and, frankly, to suck some good toy [my bird in foreground; the Daisy skinny skwirrel in mouf; and my baby... aka Comet's "reindeer wif the candies for the feets" to my left].I am comfy, yea relishin the Mom's free time... and I am finkin this has ALL ingredients of a perfect night! Woohooo! Factory demands do not start over again until tomorrow, so tonight we do our OWN fing... blog, vegetate, watch the tv and / or go shnooze blissfully...!
And then the FUNDER do start. And also therefore the FUNERAL MUSIC.
And I am in the BUNKER, scratchin... I'm anxious. The Mom is sad. And at some, most and/or almost all times, life's freakin variables are both unpredictable and uncontrollable.
Funder suck. Just sayin. And I'm out!