Your father sounds like a riot. That whole conversation between the two of you is priceless. And I love the Bobface. Very cute.

Heh. Crime. Try having a ferret for crimes in the night. Yikes! Um, I think it's March 21...heh. I could be wrong. How many days until Paris?

Your dad's a hoot!
You so funny

Oh geeze...that "toilet toy" looks like something my husband might actually come home with. I probably shouldn't show it to him.

heheheh I put March 22 on the date acidentally!! whoops!! I guess I want vacation to get here faster...we don't leave for a while still but we're all excited because our dates of travel are finally on the weather.com 10-day forecast!

Or maybe it's just me getting excited about the weather.com thing LOL

Best. Bobface. Picture. Ever.

if I were a cat burgler, I'd totally burgle Bob.

Oh wow! I'm number 5 today. Your Dad sounds like a riot. My late father was too. I miss him. I just love the As Seen on TV store. I used to make fun of my ex for reading on the loo, door open, yelling, hey Wen, listen to this. Methinks I prefer this to one putting. Oh by the way, I found this collection of cat pics this morning and I must say that your's are better. You'd win. Paws down.

http://www.ocregister.com/ocregister/life/abox/article_1061364.php

LOL! My Misty got into her last bag of Meow Mix that I was too lazy to put away. I had no idea cats could tear through that bag. Thing was, the bag was next to her food bowl, which was FULL! What's with tearing open the bag like she hadn't been fed? I guess Meow Mix is like potato chips, they just taste better right out of a freshly opened bag.

That Tee Time is hilarious. It comes with a free occupied sign! For hours of uninterrupted entertainment! oh gross!

Your dad sounds adorable. And Bob, well, Bob IS adorable. Orange cats rule. Well, actually, calico/tortoiseshell cats do the ruling, but orange cats are the most awesome cats. And Roy-cats are pretty fantastic, too, come to think of it.

Hey, Laurie, this is not knitting-related, but guess what? I sewed a skirt last night! Or, rather, I finished sewing a skirt last night. See, it took me three days, lots of cursing, some growling, etc. And of course, the cats tried to help, which only made things worse. But now I have a skirt! And I'm no longer terrified of my sewing machine!

I'm getting excited for your Paris vacation! But we'll miss you. DH & I have exciting vacation news, too--we're going to Sri Lanka and the Maldives in 6 weeks. IN SIX WEEKS! Only 6 weeks to get into swimsuit shape! Oh no.

Cheers,
Helen

Isn't Blob (his nickname. Blob. heh) the cutest thing you have ever seen? thanks for the link miss wendy!

FREE OCCUPIED sign! Wow, what a deal. Does that qualify as a placard?

I believe TSA regulations prohibit placards, so you are safe. Terrorists = placards. Are they truly rioting again? Maybe you could spread peace through knitting. If they had knitting in their lives they wouldn't have time for rioting. I know I have time for little else.

I, too have fallen prey to the feline helpers. I have the same problem with getting the bag put away . . . among other things.

I hope you didn't pass up that Tee Time. I comes with a free "Occupied" sign! FREE!

Hi Bob, Love you.

Colleen, my cats have a full bowl of meox mix, too!! I have to agree with your potato chip theory!! LOL

Helen -- YAY!! I need to pull out my sewing machine, too, did you like making it? I used to love sewing. YOU'RE GOING TO SRI LANKA???? Oh man that is too cool!! You know, when I think of Sri Lanka, I immediately think of Duran Duran because they filmed all their cool 80s videos there and I was a huge Duranny :) You MUST take pictures!!

I did have to pass on tee time. so sad.

also, the damn server keeps giving me 500 errors each time I post. I hate computers.

My cat broke into a bag of dog food! (He had a full bowl of cat food available...)

I have this chicken jerky stuff (for dogs, actually) that my cats cannot. get. enough. of. I have to put it into 12 Ziploc bag, 2 tupperware containers, and on the highest shelf in the cabinet. Otherwise I come home to chicken jerky shrapnel everywhere.

Hey, at least the cats are self-feeding. See? You have nothing to worry about when you're in Paris. Clearly they can MacGyver their way out of a sticky food situation.

Yes, Sri Lanka! Isn't it incredible?? Some friends of ours are having their wedding in Sri Lanka, where they met. The bride is from the Maldives, so the plan is to take a puddle-jumper (why, oh why do I always type "puddle-humper" and then have to correct it? what is wrong with me?) with the newlyweds & buddies after the wedding and then take the bride's family's yacht around the islands for a week. OMG I'm ridiculously excited, and also terribly embarassed about my pale, dimply, flabby legs. Oh well, it's a predominantly Muslim nation, perhaps I could wear a burqa the whole time? It's the perfect garment for hiding unsightly, jiggly, snow-white flab.

And the sewing: the skirt was my first-ever project. I've had my sewing machine for 15 months and it's the first time I've ever actually sewn anything! As much as it tortured me to do the pre-washing, ironing, pattern-pinning, cutting, etc., and as much as I argued with the sewing machine, the finished product is totally worth it. Now I have all kinds of ideas for stuff to sew. . . pillows, Roman blinds, tote bags, more skirts, cute frilly aprons, sundresses. . .

Helen

I now have a small crush on your dad.

You need to date someone like your dad, only younger and you know...not related. :-D

My cats often help me not have to put away groceries as well. One of their favorite items? A fresh loaf of bread.

Wow, the Potty Putter. Looks like the perfect gift for a few of the men folk in my family. (I am behaving myself, so I will leave it at that.)

I am glad that my cats are not the only ones who open their own cat food, even with bowls full of food in Kitty Corner.

Frites is french for fries. You might also want to remember Poutine, but I think that's a French Canadian thing.

So, whatever happened to the mystery project?

Ah yes, little kitties. In my feline herd, Jack breaks into any/all unattended Kat Fud bags, Emmit opens doors, George and Zoe taught themselves to pee in the toilet, and well, Ambrose just looks cute. But the weirdest escapade occurred one night when I came downstairs for a glass of water (around 2am) and found my FREEZER DOOR open, and a thawed, nibbled-upon hamburger patty in the middle of the kitchen floor. Yep, one of those little rascals got the freezer door open (??) and then somehow got INTO the freezer, and dragged out a hamburger patty. God help us all.

Pamela... I'll post it tomorrow, it's awesome! All I will tell you is that it's a VERY easy 2-hour project that is so cool and can be modified for any knitter's favorite colors/look etc.

marcia -- never let your cats talk to my cats. I don't want them getting any ideas!! hahahahaha

Laughed 'til I cried over #3. I'm guessing that guy has since grown a beard and dyed his hair.

Two dogs, one 33-pound bag of dog food, one firmly shut set of bifold doors. Guess which one wins every.single.time?

Laurie, I'm almost on the cusp of trying knitting, thanks to you and another rabid knitter friend (the "good" kind of rabid). And you know, it's just in time, because summer is right around the corner here in NC! What better time to start kintting? I know!

"Spit it out"
Talkin to my boys when they were little and got into the dry dog food.
Must be good, kids don't lie.

My cats will also tear open any unopened cat-food bag, but if you leave an open bag sitting on the floor they won't touch it as long as the dish is full. Each of them has individual hobbies as well.
Achilles: What do you mean, drying rack? It's clearly gymnastics equipment. Please give me at least a 9.5.
Callie: Allow me to assist you with that shawl you're knitting by holding down the finished part and chewing on the needles.
Jake: Let me out this instant or I will remove your leg.
Fluffy: There are 4 too many cats in this house, but I can clear out the vermin for you.
Ed: Old, schmold. That Fluffy needs to be taught a lesson.

I don't want my cats talking to your cats OR Marcia's cats.

Oh my word. Your dad is too funny! My granddad goes to France every Sept. He invites me to go every Sept and I haven't made it yet. It might be the cemetary treks ("Look! I think that one's one of us! Go take a picture.") or the ghastly amount of plaid he wears when traveling (Love you Granddad!) but I just haven't made it there... yet. Maybe after you get back and I read about all the tres chic things you all did, I might put away my fears of traveling with my Granddad and hop on a plane.

At least if he's on the golf course, you'll know where he is. I had to laugh when I saw the picture of the guy sitting on the potty with his putter (no pun intended). The true golf nut would look at the picture and think "Hey, that's a great idea! Why didn't I think of that?"

I had to get Rocco one of those Tupperware cereal containers for his dry food so he would stop attacking the bag. No matter where I hid it, he would find it and dig in. Cat food all over the top of the fridge is not fun.

I thought he was a stinker until I read Marcia's post! Scary kitties!

Yep, its scary here in Baltimore.......

You only thought you had nothing to say. You had plenty to say, and it was very entertaining.

Keep sailing, Bob! :)

You and your dad are too funny! Also, I totally understand the feline assistance; Grace does not ever let me open a new bag of kibble, if she can help it. She's pretty spry for an old lady. And also again, is that Ralph's receipt from Ralph's of Big Lebowski fame? Where the Dude (El Duderino, if you're not into the whole brevity thing) buys the supplies for his White Russians? :) I might possibly be very fond of the Dude. Visiting a Ralph's would make me extraordinarily happy.

Happy Tuesday!

Julie... it is... and I HAVE A RALPH'S CARD!! heheheh that was the funniest part of the whole movie to me!!

Daughter and I were looking for places to stay in Paris yesterday on the internet. She has taken 2 years of high school French, so I think we could get by. We would really like to go someday.

Love the bob! Such a cute, innocent face!

love bob! he's my new wallpaper. seeing all the kitty love on your site makes me want another. As if the two we have aren't enough.

I think you need one of these:

http://www.bumperdumper.com/

I'm just saying...

One of my cats (Ash) will do the same to an unopened bag of cat food. So I have to hide it right away. He also likes tomatoes and lettuce, so right after a grocery trip I have to rush to hide the veggies, then the cat food. My other cat, Misty, just likes to chew on the plastic bags the stuff came in. Luckily, they haven't figured out how to open the fridge (yet).

Don't talk to strangers? When travelling to a foreign country? *boggle*

One of my two cats got up on top of the refrigerator (not supposed to be up there), grabbed a new bag of onion bagels, dragged them into the bedroom (about as far as possible from the kitchen), and tore into them. I came home to shredded plastic and a bajillion litle bagel bits all over the bedroom. I mean, really...bagels? Why bagels?

I love going to the "As Seen on TV" store at the Mall of America. I'm usually nearly in tears from laughter by the time I leave...

My boss's name is Bob. I love your Bob. He redeems the name.

As for your Dad and you, I'd say the apple didn't fall far from the tree. Why WOULD you take a placard? Too cute.

Cutest Bob picture EVER! Let me guess.. Mystery project=scarf?

why not bagels?

Some critters are just weird that way. I had a cat (street rescue) who Really liked toast. I had to race him to the toaster, or I would find the tops eaten off of the still-hot toast. Go figure. My ferret (also supposed to be a carnivore!) won't eat real meat, but is a total carb-fiend.

Ok. I'm admitting it. I just ordered that toilet golfing game for Luc. Maybe he'll stay home a bit more. Although I don't know about spending quality time with him in the washroom. If nothing else I'll LAUGH MY ASS OFF. heh heh.....
(If I can't have the guy in the picture I'll make mine look like the guy in the picture)
Birdie will probably think it is a new indoor washroom for her.

Stacey ... it's actually not a scarf!! It is in fact the first project of this nature I have knitted ;) Keep you guessing... but just until tomorrow, I promise. It's cute-ish, and so fast. I hope people like it.

I like that the toilet golf set come with a "free occupied sign!!" that is really exciting.

ANG!! hehehehehe Luc will love it, that is too funny!! Maybe minou and birdie will take up the game of golf as well.

Oh! and Terri ... sobakowa likes doritos. go figure.

Amuse toi bien a Paris!

For a Mexican, I speak good French, oui?

Oh yeah, and don't talk to shady French skunks named Pepé.

Bob, you are so snuggleable.

I have to put the unopened cat food in an unused wood stove. And in the winter, if we have chicken, we have to put the garbage outside, where it is SAFER with the wolves. Literally. Finn and Skanky are an unbeatable pair of cat burglers.

Have your cats been breaking into my house?!? My kitchen floor looked just like that this morning.

(wait, maybe it's because I use the same cat food you do and my cat burglars have figured out how to get into the pantry, nevermind)

Placards? Just what placards did your dad think you'd be taking with you? He sounds like a riot.
That has to be the best Bob picture. He's a cutie.

Is it a pocketbook?

My dad would try to drive to france (no airplanes) and follow me around with his dark secret service type glasses on.....
(he actually did this at some of the bank branches I worked at --to make sure I was safe)

no wait.. one of those felted cell phone purses.. UGH after felting the one I knitted.. it was a felted COIN PURSE.. HAHA

hahahaha does your dad know that placard is french for cabinet??

And holy shit I cannot believe there is shot on the pot golf kit... THAT takes the prize.

i like your dad...i need a dad that has a great sense of humor...will he adopt me? ok i'm a 42 year old woman with a hubby and 5 yr old...but still! ya think?

When my mom - who just took up golf - unwraps the box she's absolutely going to get (thanks to you) and gives me "that look", you know, the one that says "my poor crazy baby" I'm going laugh hysterically (because it will be so much fun to see the expression on her face when she opens the box) and then I'm going to blame it all on you. Must. Go. To. Northridge. Mall. Now!

I didn't see CAP on the flash your stash list http://www.zibibboisgood.com/fys/index.html/flashyourstash.jpg
What's up?? I'm totally dying to see your stash! :)

1) I came home one day to find that *someone* had used a furry paw to paw open the kitchen cabinet and somehow managed to drag out one of the Ziploc containers in which I mix and store the kitties' dry food (Hairball, Weight Management, & Chicken combos) and GNAW his/her way through the plastic container.
In spite of the kitty bowls being full.

2) Once when I was in France, I didn't speak much French. My one and only phrase was "Voulez-vous coucher avec moi" (this was in the early '90s, before the Moulin Rouge was re-released)...I finally burst out with it once on the subway before laughing like a maniac and running away. Zut Alors!

I am so glad I found your link. Its a boost each and every day. Keep it up. Love u dad, maybe you should have your own blog also. The Daring Diaries of Hunky Daddy, or something like that. Keep up the good work,.....
Thinking of you from here in the snowy midwest

Hey crazy, just started reading your blog and guess what..I'm crazy as you only older and definitely not any wiser...I'm also a crazy cat lady who knits because she can and hates the math more than anything )scarf after scarf after scarf if you know what I mean...Also four cats who I can't figure out if they are complete genuis' or complete idiots...tough call. At any rate, keep up the great blog...and guess what, there is life after divorce...it's tough but true...everybody must take risks or we wouldn't be anywhere...it gets better and he does really go away...Just have fun in Paris...I'm so jealous...

This has nothing to do with your post, but:

I went to Lowe's (home improvement) on my lunch break today and saw Terry from Survivor. I have already told everyone I know and got the same "oh, i'm not watching survivor this year" story. So I had to tell you since you are officially the ONLY person I know watching Survivor this year. (I was so excited! I waved & said hi like a big ol dork!)

Laurie,
Hilarious as usual!

You say you found that Toilet Golf Game in an "As seen on TV" store? I've never seen the commercial, but I can only imagine what that might look like on TV...

Commercial opens with a guy coming out of the bathroom stall at work. Another guy going in.
GUY 1: Boy, I'd like to spend more time in there if I could, but I get so bored.
GUY 2: Me too. If there was only something that could help pass the time, while I'm passing lunch...

ANNCR: Now there is! Introducing Toilet Golf!...Does your golf game stink? Now it really will!

Okay, enough of that. Love that shot of Bob.
Keep up the great stuff, Laurie. I'm madly in love with you!

Totally off the subject...but how the heck do you get so many comments in such a short period of time....are you the infamous "QUEEN BLOG"? Do people just sit and stare at your blog waiting for you to post? Holy crap...I've never seen so many comments so fast...do you even exist?...Do you ever answer any comments? Will you answer this one? Are you really a blogging robot...? One day I saw 75 comments for one post...I don't have that many in all the posts I've made. Tell me your secret, oh, Royal Queen Blogger....I enjoy your writing as I do many others...but geez...75 comments...what's the trick!! I haven't seen this many comments since the last Bachelor gave out the wrong rose!!!

Okay..I think I've narrowed it down to April 2005....that's when the comments went sky high!!!! Please tell me....visit my blog and tell me what I'm doing wrong.....Do you even bother reading these comments or are we writing for nothing?????

Fyi - every cat we've ever fed Meow Mix to has developed bladder crystals or urinary tract problems.

Please keep an eye on the kitties for this sort of thing.

To Lucy--maybe if you would take the time to read the comments--then you would notice the replies. Maybe you don't get as many comments on your postings because of your lack of attention to detail.

omg I love your Dad. He's too funny.

Is that a Roy tail in the first photo?

I've got a cat who can pop out opposable thumbs and walk upright when I'm out of the house. It's the only way I figure she can open the linen closet door to get to the food sack.

man, you're getting some odd comments "queen blog."

ok the riots...sound worse than they are as usual. i agree with your dad. don't wear a placard. what you might have to contend with are strikes...those french love to strike. (and i can call them "those french" because i am one of them ... and there's nothing i like better than a good strike. i wish americans would strike about stuff sometimes...)

oh and french bread .... just called bread. ;)

maryse!! Hi :) all day long one of my coworkers has been sending me emails about impending French strikes, I think he's trying to scare me. Hi Maryse!

Hi Lucy!! Yes, I do read all my comments and I am just as surprised as you are that people comment, it's funny because I set up this movable type software thing and never really figured on anyone but jennifer commenting. But it's a neat thing ... it turns a plain monologue into a dialogue, which is the best (and most unexpected part).

OK, I am so hungry I could gnaw my arm off, it's 2:25 and still waiting on a work thing to finish before I can go off and get lunch.

I use to have a British roommate who I thought was a very upper class chap. At three o'clock he would announce "tea time" and head right into the bathroom. I always found it odd until now.

In England, they're called "chips."

Your dad is the coolest!

I love that he says "placards" instead of "signs".

And a little French lesson: pommes frites = fries.

Four years of French and all I got were bad words and food.

i bet toilet golf guy paid his way through university doing dodgy modelling shoots. i wonder what else he could have done? public transportation paintball? highway hockey? hmm, any other inappropriate-location games? probably!

i bet his mum is so proud.

But of COURSE Laurie is the queen of all bloggers! Why? Because her blog rocks, that's why. Excellent writing, wry sense of humor, big heart, honesty, great pictures, adorable cats, adorable gal!

And (almost) daily postings, which keeps us comin' back for more.

Helen

Haha... my younger cat, Mia.. can not only open the cabinet.. but she jumps in the bag of food and eats there. Sometimes, I'll wake up and see her and my older cat, Quincy, devouring a clawed open bag of Pounce treats on my bedroom floor. That's a joint effort there cause she's the only one that knows how to open that cabinet. Cats teaming up= bad news.

well, the closest to queen I ever got was when my dad called me a ROYAL pain in the ass. heh.

hey, I have a question:

Is it true that you can bring small scissors on the plane? I read this on the TSA site, but it seems like something the screeners at LAX would have a conniption over:

http://www.tsa.gov/public/interapp/editorial/editorial_1012.xml

Also, this makes no sense. The Prohibited Items List is a Word doc. Why would the TSA have a document like this in WORD format? Good grief. Doesn't anyone read usability standards?

hah hah, I can't bring my meat cleaver or sword on the plane but I can put it in my checked baggage. hehheheheheheh

Remember to pronounce the "w" in "sword". sWord.

Laurie! You have a Ralph's card! I'm so happy.

That rug really tied the room together.

So you'll be putting your sword in your checked baggage? That's probably the best place for it really. I bet you could carry-on your nunchuks, though. :)

Also, my "sabers" and ice picks and axes will be relegated to the cargo area, too. So sad.

david you mademe laugh. I'm going to the bookstore tonight to look for that book you recommended.

Julie -- I can't shop without my Ralph's club card!

Haha. I totally forgot about Tee Time. You know he worked out for weeks to get his quads toned just so for his big break as a toilet golfer.

Can you imagine the germs on that putter? Yes, you can!

Laurie, on the scissors thing. I know they are now allowed, I know they are on the list, but I just got my folding ones confiscated. It's not really good form to argue with the TSA dudes unless you want a cavity search.

Nail clippers make good yarn scissors and are totally allowed. That's how I do it now.

(on my frequent trips to the office the blimp appears to be running into on a post of yours some time ago)

I just reviewed that list.

1) my folding scissors had blades MAYBE 2" long

2) I can NOT believe I can't bring my spear gun on board. This is an outrage.

rb- I am also outraged. Apparently my flare gun is prohibited as well. How will I let people know where I am?????

(and thank you for the scissors advice... I agree, it's no good to argue with 'em. I'll be going scissorless.)

Thank you laurie for the nice reply. I was really just joking with you...I really am in awe of your blog...Helen is right...it Rocks and you post often...which is why I keep coming back. I personally think "Queen Blogger" was a cool name for you...you write excellent!!!! I'll definately be back.
(and to Anon...sorry if I sounded offensive. Must be the Pittsburgh Steeler fan in me. Laurie was kind enough to explain why the huge comments; I'm new to blogging and never heard of how she does it) Thanks for visiting my blog too, laurie.

Dear Laurie,
Thank you for reminding me to call my dad.
Best Wishes,
Elizabeth

Elizabeth, call your dad!! ;)

Lucy ... the reason I have comments is because 9/10 of them are all me LOL. Sometimes I think I post just to hear myself talk, so sad! And go steelers!

OMG It's 5:oo p.m. and I still have like six million hours of work to do tonight and all I want to do is shop on zappos.com ... it's a sickness really.

also: giddy because vacation! is coming! and maybe because caffeine! I drank it all today!

Giddy is a good thing. So are mystery knitting surprises. What is better... however... is to see you giddy and in a good mood. Three cheers for Tuesday! And hey, spring! Paris in spring. What could be better?

I agree beth :) Knitting surprise coming tomorrow. It's kind of dorky. But knitted!

Ya know, laurie, that occured to me too while I was sitting on the toilet this evening...(felt like Bob without the putter)...I do my best thinking there LOL....go figure!

Your dad's a riot. Seriously.

But if there's a bit of French you should know... "bien cuit" (bee-ahn kwee) means "well done"... and don't order steak tartare unless you really intend on eating raw meat. Which can be hysterical if there's a Great Dane sitting at the table next to you.

Have a great trip!

Hmmm. I might have to get that golf thing for my dad for father's day. Oh, and please tell your dad that fries are actually a Belgian creation. (My Belgian friend is already thanking me for this. He gets really mad when Belgian creations are attributed to the French.)

Hey CAP,
Why's it called 'Indoor Formula' Meow Mix? I have all these ideas popping in my head that are disturbing and yes, a lot of them have to do with poop. Hm. I must consult the poop queen Minou now.
Keep on writing, I is loving the reading.

THATS ME ON THE POTTY BOX !!!!! (cute knees tres no?)
Now you know why I'm hiding in Afghanistan....

HEY...in France...is French kissing just called kissing??
Can you find out?
I'M.JUST.ASKIN.IS.ALL.......

Laurie - about the scissors - the last couple of times I have flown, they have really lightened up about scissors, knitting needles, etc. I think you can carry scalpels, in case you are called upon to do emergency surgery on your hols.

As for you sewers - how much do your cats like skate boarding in the tissue patterns?

haji-yo-momma - I do know that the disease they call "the French disease" in England is called "The English disease" in France.

That potty putter looks like Vinnie(y?) from Doogie Houser, MD. Make sure you don't order "frites" in a seafood place unlike you like steamed muscles...and I don't mean the ones on the sexy French waiter...

Ann, thanks for the info on the scalpel, Lord knows i may need to do some surgery!! And my cats LOVE to eat tissue patterns... and photos... and newspaper... ya'll know.

Dagny-- noted :)

Jenny!! You saw TERRY in person!! I definitely have been watching Survivor, and I like Terry, even though he turned on Dan, but he *did* tell Dan ahead of time. Oh. Survivor!

ANN- What pray tell IS "French Disease?"

An empty dental floss box provides a nifty yarn cutter. My furry one tor the plastic off of a 6-pack of bottled water and then bit holes in the bottles to empty them. They made a lovely sound being batted down uncarpeted stairs at 3 in the morning. She also will open any bag of cat food she can get to.

A sweet kitty face gets her out of a lot of trouble, that and curling up against me to sleep.

My sister's roommate had a big cat, and he loved to eat. One day, the roommate had bought a big pack of cat food (about 11 pounds), and the cat found it, teared it open, and ate almost all of it - until he couldn't put his feet on the ground any more because his stomach was too big.

The toilet toy is hilarious!

Hmm... are your dad and my dad related?? Too funny!

Oh happy day - someone else is watching survivor = my guilty pleasure - "I won't send you to Exile Island." Say that in public and watch them run!

"LOST" is my Survivor, and tonight better not be a rerun, dammit!

Want to thank you AGAIN for the uncontrollable laughter! Shared the Potty Putter info with my gentleman friend, Mr. "I can't wait to play golf another MINUTE!", and we both laughed until tears fell and stomachs cramped.

You are too much! I also lost my composure over the open bag of cat food. Been there, done THAT!!

Bon voyage!

The "French disease" is syphilis. Funny how the merkins on the posts of the 22nd tie in as a means of camouflage of symptoms.

LOL @ conversation with Dad. Your blog rocks.

they're rioting in paris again? dude. i'm glad i'm not there this time.