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I love roses.

Anyone who knows me at all, even a little bit, probably knows that fact. It really isn’t a secret.

I also love roses growing in my garden. Captain Cavedweller does not. So it is my sole responsibility to take care of the roses. He will water them on occasion, but when it comes to getting close enough to touch them or be snagged by the thorns, he stays far, far away. I am the one who looks like I’ve wrestled a bob cat anytime the roses must be tended or trimmed.

So the other day, Captain Cavedweller bought me some gloves.

Not just any gloves, mind you, but rose trimming gloves.

They are lavender leather and lovely and have extra long coverings that go nearly up to my elbow.

The bright pink stitching on them makes them even more girlie – an added bonus.

 

The sweet rose embellishments on the back nearly threw me for a loop.

 

The roses on each finger tip completely made me melt in a puddle. I’m a done-gone-goner.

She Who Loves, Loves, Loves These Gloves – and Captain Cavedweller

 

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A Monday List

A list of randomness because it is Monday and because:

1. It finally (FINALLY) feels like summer outside. The sun is shining, the air is warm and it looks like a lovely day!

2. My cowlick refuses to be tamed into submission today, even with a shellac coating of hairspray.

3. I continue to wear a skirt knowing the odds are high the zipper will get stuck and I’ll be circling like a dog chasing it’s tail trying to get the stupid thing zipped. Again.

4. My house needs cleaned in the very worst way. Someone really needs to get on this before it gets really out of hand, like my backyard.

5. My backyard looks like disaster struck full force. There are dead plants, holes, barren wasteland, limbs, stumps and assorted and sundry trimmings that need to go away.

6. The neighbor dog and our cats torment each other through the fence. He barks, they bat at him and all is right in their world. Which means all is not in mine.

7. The milk went bad Saturday and apparently the canned milk in my pantry was purchased around the time big hair and spiral perms were popular.

8. I discovered canned milk can, indeed, go bad.

9. Someone who lives at my house needs to go to the grocery store. Someone who thinks he is funny and teases me without mercy. Yep, that is the someone who needs to go. That would be the same someone who should clean the house, do damage control in the backyard and make the cats play nice with the neighbor dog.

10. Miss Maizy has decided the screen door to the patio is a huge play toy that she should climb on, hang from, sharpen her claws in and, in general, do everything she can to spur on its demise.

The end…

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I posted a while back that a strange cat appeared on our back patio. Strange as in she didn’t belong to us and hadn’t seen her before. Although, giving it some thought, you could also call her strange as in weird, different, slightly odd. She’d have to be to deliberately choose to hang out at our house.

 

Drooley (aka) The Heinous Cat

Her presence sent the Heinous Cat into a full-fledged hissy fit. He didn’t like her one bit. Wasn’t going to tolerate her. He was king of the backyard and no one was messing with it.

Since then, she has adopted us full time. We named her Maizy. She purrs and blinks at me with her lovely little peepers. She rubs all over my kitchen window creating smeary messes that somehow make me smile. And she has the ability to open the patio screen door – which could be a huge problem once the weather finally warms up, but I’ll deal with that later.

For now, this dog-lover is finding that she kind of likes this particular sweet little cat. Maizy is everything the Heinous Cat isn’t – like friendly, loveable,  cute, loveable, eager to please, loveable… I think you get the idea.

She even managed to charm him – or as much as he can be charmed. I caught them playing together in the backyard the other day and had to do a double-take. I’m pretty sure Drooley had no idea anyone was home witness his frolicking with the enemy.

Seriously, how could you not be charmed by this face, especially with yellow highlighter on her nose (did I mention she has a little curiosity problem?).

She Who Digs this Cat

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You know how you find yourself at weird times of the day (like, for example at 3 a.m. when you can’t sleep) browsing through websites for odd things that would never cross your mind when you are functioning normally?

Yeah, me either.

Anyhooooo, I may have searched through some websites and those evil tracking cookies seem to know just exactly which particular items I most long to have because they have become relentless in tormenting and teasing me.

Every time I open up a website, it seems like their ads are there, winking from the sidelines, blasting across the top banners.

I wish someone would make them stop. I’m pretty sure it is damaging my already fragile psyche.

Just to give you an idea…

I was browsing clothes and now –

This super cute top follows me everywhere.

I wandered over to a few online shoe stores which led me to look at a boot website which led to –


These boots that I drool over every time they pop up on my screen. They haunt my dreams and scream at me to buy them. So far, I have resisted the urge. But believe me it has been challenging.

If my randomness hadn’t gotten me into enough trouble, I had to compound the problem with this –

Yes, I want this car more than chocolate. Captain Cavedweller and my BFF just laugh at me.

Go away, evil tracking cookies and take your teasing ads with you, please.

She Who Can’t Handle the Taunting

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