Of a Monday...

Alright. I have to start writing again, end of story. Dad GUM, what a crappy pun that was. Let's try a newsletter format to catch up.

So. Hot pink cowboy boots? Got some. Well, I will have some after they ship on 26 August. Yes, I will look like a large, prissy kindergartner in them - but that's okay. I'm down with that, as I have wanted pink cowboy boots for ages, and will enjoy figuring out how to wear them when they get here.

Didgeridoo Boy. He's Didge. He can be nothing other than Didge, and is secure in his Didgeness. Gifts to me this week were a Yoda pencil case and a bag of silver glitter skulls, and he has a new favorite commercial to dance to.

Totsi the Dog has discovered the magnificence of bacon and cheese treats from Earth Fare, which she knows as "piggy treats". She thinks they'll be doled out every time the refrigerator is opened. Since I can't bear disappointing her, this has greatly reduced my tendency to troll the fridge in search of snacks. She and Didge had an epic fight over a patch of sofa last night, which he won, resulting in her taking her rawhide chew upstairs to the bedroom. ("I'm gonna take my rawhide chew and go home!")

Foot Foot Kitty. She's got a new box to sit in, a new wicker-chair-and-towel cabana, and is currently a little peeved that some of her kitchen floor change (I keep a few pennies on the kitchen floor for her to scoot around) wound up missing. Almost every evening, she bats change around the kitchen floor and runs amok, and if all of her coins aren't in place? Pouting. New coins won't do, evidently, but at least she's got two new sulk spots to help her through this.

And....what am I supposed to say now? Those are the headlines this hour at Casa Didgeridoo? Join us in half an hour for weather and traffic? *Yeah*.