Something Squirrelly this Way Comes

Wednesday evening I was entertained for nearly an hour by Princess Luna Fiona Love Dove Fuzzy Britches chewed on a rubber band. Mademoiselle Luna is quite a fan of rubber bands. She pounces, chews, tugs, tosses and prances about with them. Unfortunately, she also eats them so I rarely let her have a go at one.

I had to let her last night as she was entertaining me and the rubber band was intact and still attached to the paper. She happened to be sitting on the paper, so when she got the rubber band in her mouth, it stretched. It kept stretching until it slipped off her teeth at which point it snapped back. On her paw.

After each snap, she'd shake her paw and look at it. Then she'd go back to chewing and pulling on the rubber band. If Gibson Ramone Speed Bump Scooter McGee came near, she'd growl at him. Not that it kept him from trying.

The rubber band smacked her paw at least four times before I sent out a text to friends to tell them about it. And called my mom to share. Mistress Luna did, eventually, let Gibson play with her awesome toy.

I'm thinking it was when her paw got thwacked really well. That's pure speculation though as I was watching the Canes game (we won! AGAIN!! 5-1!!!) and talking on the phone, so missed the rubber band transition.

Anyway, Gibson ended up trying to walk across the floor with the rubber band in his mouth, and the paper between his paws. He kept getting tripped up, which was entertaining. Fortunately for him, he didn't have the same paw stinging issue as his sister. He wasn't sitting on the paper, so he couldn't get a good stretch or snap back.

I'm sure he'll practice though. So he can show his big sister up. He's a competitive little bugger.

Luna is rather freaked when I play this song.


I'm sure, if she saw the video, she'd be completely spooked. Poor girl.

I know, I've been as bad about posting new entries as that Stranded song. I have no excuses except to say I bought a place and am still settling in. Mostly I've been enjoying the peace and quiet and a clean kitchen.

I haven't forsaken yall or this blog. I've just been ignoring yall and it. Nothing personal.

Almost didn't post this because it's, well, terrible. This is why song collaborations between random people should not be written and released in a week.

Bono is barely audible because rihanna doesn't know how to meld her voice with others. (Hello! It's not all about you, chickie! It's supposed to be about Haiti! Didn't you get the memo?) Also, she looks like a hooker from the movie Pretty Woman. One more thing, there's way too much of Jay-Z.

This brings back memories. Although I don't see any cushions as sleds. Or trash can lids. I guess this group of Jayhawks is better prepared than my friends and I were.

Go to Two Lumps. Read. Laugh. Enjoy.
(Thanks Tamara!)

Read Bono's op-ed piece in the New York Times. It's a top ten list, looking forward. Not another recap of the Naughts. As you read, I'm sure you'll figure out which one resonated the most with me :)

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Happy New Year, yall! Make a positive difference in 2010. Be it in your own life, your family's, your community or the world.