Game On

Oh, hai. I hope you’re having a good Gratitude Day. Little c™ and I have much to be grateful for.

For starters, our Internet’s back. We also got to have tuna for lunch. Always a plus in my book. Little c™ was so happy he even tried to meow. Usually he doesn’t make any sound when he meows, but today some squeaks came out. I think he wanted mom to know he was down with that tuna.

We cleaned our plates in no time.

We cleaned our plates in no time.

And then we did the dishes.

And then we did the dishes.

Since game’s on again, and we have Internet, we can check our writing prompts more easily. Today’s deals with gratitude. It reads, “Is there a person you should’ve thanked, but never had the chance? Is there someone who helped you along the way without even realizing it? Here’s your chance to express your belated gratitude.”

That’s easy. I’d thank the lady at the shelter who didn’t let that couple with the kid and dog adopt me. That would have been awful. I needed to come home with mom. So I’m super glad for that kind lady and wanted to say thank you to her today. Little c™ says he’s grateful mom heard his meows, so he could get lots of tuna today. And mom says she’s grateful that November’s almost over, so we can go back to blogging once a week again. Little c™ and mom didn’t really answer the question, but I’m going to let it slide. They were both pretty stressed about the Internet being down.

While c™ and mom were babysitting the technicians, I had mouse duty.

I hope they fix the Internet soon. Mouse duty is kinda boring.

It wasn’t all that.

Well, it’s time for my nap, so I’m going to sign off.

Wishing you the happiest of Gratitude Days and the strongest of Wi-Fi signals, possibly but not necessarily related.


Old School

Hi. It’s me again. Little c™. J.D. asked me to guest blog tonight, because he gets too my autocorrects when using mom’s phone due to his extra digits.

Sometimes being small has its advantages.

Sometimes being small has its advantages.

As of this post, our Internet is still down. Mom was on the phone with Time Warner yesterday for 2.5 hours, and the technician’s been here for at least that long tonight, and he hasn’t fixed our Wi-Fi yet.

So, if you’re reading this, mom needs wine. Lots of it.

Bottles, cases, casks are all welcome.

I don't need any. I've had nip.

But I don’t need any. I’ve had nip.

I don’t know what the writing prompt is for today. As soon as we get this Wi-Fi thing straightened out, we’ll let you know.

Until then, we’re going old school.






Big Brothers and Crime Dramas: Not Necessarily but Probably Related

Hi. I’m little c™. I’m guest blogging tonight, because our Internet is down, and J.D. has too many toes to type on mom’s phone.

The writing prompt today was about sharing a time when someone helped you through a difficult situation. We’re paraphrasing, because we read the prompt several hours ago, but we’re probably close. If not, I think it’s still a good topic, because last night we were watching a crime drama, and when it came to a scary part, my big brother, J.D., helped me out, because he’s awesome like that.


See what I mean?

When we have our Internet back, I’m thinking we can add more cool stuff like links and key words, in case someone searching for crime dramas or big brothers, not necessarily but probably related, can find us.

Until then here’s another pic.


You’re welcome.



Oh, hai. Mom says we need to get right down to business tonight. So we’re going to just jump in.

We’ve been seeing lots of blackbirds lately. Flocks of them flying overhead. So instead of the usual post, we’re going to do something a little different.

Mom says sometimes you need to break the rules. Sometimes you need to bend them. And sometimes you need to follow them.

Tonight we’re going to bend them. Yes, technically we’re still posting, but we’re going to ignore the writing prompt and forgo any cute kitty pix.

Instead, we’re sharing this.

We hope you like it all the same.






A Good Yarn

Oh, hai.

I hope your day has been going well.

Mom’s been working most of the day, so little c™ and I took to entertaining ourselves.

First we decided to tumble.

Always a good idea.

Always a good idea.

Then we rested.

We're pro resters.

We’re pro resters.

We also played with our food.

Jeering Bowl

Jeering Bowl

Alien Walking Dog

Alien Walking Dog

Then little c™ sent laser beams out his eyes to see if mom would notice.

It didn't work.

She did.

So mom stopped working for a bit to read us today’s writing prompt. We were excited, because it’s all about stories. It says, “What makes a good storyteller, in your opinion? Are your favorite storytellers people you know or writers you admire?”

Little c™ and I are big fans of Truman Capote. We think he spins a really good yarn. So mom told us she’d let us listen to a recording of Truman Capote narrating “A Christmas Memory,” if we promised not to shoot any more laser beams out our eyes today.

We obliged.

We promised.

And if you like, you can play the link that mom’s including tonight, in case you’re a fan of Truman Capote, too.


Guilty Pleasures, Writing Prompts, and 8 Hours of Delta Sleep: They’re Probably Connected. We’re Just Not Sure.

Oh, hai.

Remember us?

Remember us?

Many thanks to our cousin Molly for guest blogging yesterday.

Because of her efforts, we were able to fit in some extra Snuggle Fest 2014 practice.

I think we have a good shot this year.

I think we have a really good shot this year.

While my cousin was guest blogging, I made this.

Lazy Bear Peeks from Cave

Lazy Bear Peeks from Cave

And little c™ kept mom’s stylebook company.


I have a feeling Molly will be back soon. She and her mom are making lots of quilts for Christmas, and knowing my cousin, she’s going to want to share.



I hope you’ve been having a good Caturday.

Ours was cool, until it started storming. Then we hid in here while mom worked.

Ours was pretty cool, until it started storming. Then we hid in here until we heard mom open up a can of wet food.

While we were in the linen closet, mom read us today’s writing prompt. It says, “Whether it’s a trashy TV show, extra-pulpy fiction, or nutrient-free candy, write a thank-you note to your guiltiest guilty pleasure.”

Dear napping while mom’s working,
Thank you for being our standby activity.
You completely rock.
J.D. and c™

Sincerely,  J.D. and c™

PS: Mom had to finish this post, because we fell asleep while she was working.

You’re welcome.


My House, My Rules.

Good morning everyone. You’ve probably heard a lot about me. I’m Molly, and I told the boys I didn’t need an introduction. I also told them I needed to blog early today, because mom and I have lots of quilters coming. I don’t get why these boys post so late in the day. I’ll guess, I’ll just never understand them.

Molly at Work

Anyway, even though I don’t need an introduction, I will share that my mom and I run Scrap Happy Quilting. I’m in charge of greeting all the quilters and making sure they brought all the right things to make pretty binkies.

I think she forgot treats.

It looks like this one forgot treats.

I also offer refreshments, in case anyone gets thirsty.

Sometimes being a hostess means you have to share your beloved boxes with others.

Sometimes being a hostess means you have to share your beloved boxes.

Auntie read me today’s writing prompt. It says, “If your life were a movie, what would its soundtrack be like? What songs, instrumental pieces, and other sound effects would be featured on the official soundtrack album?”

That’s easy. Without a doubt, this would be my soundtrack.

Just like Cinderella, my day’s looking pretty full.

Mom says I need to help her pick fabrics today.

Mom says I need to help her pick fabrics today.

And I’m pretty sure I’ll have batting duty soon.

I know I make this look easy, but it takes a lot of energy to keep mom's batting warm while she picks out the thread.

I know I make this look easy, but it takes a lot of energy to keep mom’s batting warm while she picks out the thread.

I’ll also be squeezing in some quick catnaps between quilters.

Again, not easy. You never know when your nap will be interrupted.

Again, not easy. You never know when your nap will be interrupted.

OK, gotta go. Another quilter’s here, and I have to go greet her.

Sorry if you missed the boys today, but I told them it was all or nothing. Either I got the entire post, or they’d have to find another guest blogger.

My house. My rules.

My house. My rules.