Furry Favorites

I got a new cell phone in the mail today, so I'm clearing pictures off of my old phone. Here are a bunch of my favorites of pets past and present...

My hammie, R.B. "Arby" Hayes

HistoryDiva's guinea pig, Neville (her old picture ID)

Ralph and Booger watching me eat (picture ID for the parents)

Bum Ralph (picture ID for Dad's cell)

Booger, the contortionist dog (picture ID for Sarah)

Layla and her beloved squeaky ball (picture ID for Mary)

Garfield as a baby hammie

Book Club and Zombies

This month's Book Club selection was Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. I brought the veggie tray with a side of cauliflower (aka fake brain bait for zombie traps). It was more of a small family affair this time around due to low turnout, but that doesn't mean that we didn't enjoy ourselves talking about books... and zombies.

HistoryDiva's mom peruses the Awesome Wall O' Books.

Knit vs. Crochet

According to my sister, Booger wants me to make her a friend like the one below.

Too bad I don't crochet.

Welcome, 2009!

I hope that everyone has recovered from their New Year celebrations!

For those of you who are saying, "Poor Booger!"--this was Mom's doing, not mine ;-)

My Babies

I got to spend some quality time with my "babies" this past weekend. Layla, my squeaky ball obsessed niece-puppy, was very entertaining with her new favorite toy: a giant squeaky crab with a hole in the middle that was just big enough for her head. The hole was also great for hanging the toy on your foot and pulling Layla up off of the ground while she tried to wrestle it away from you.

Booger, my other niece-puppy, was much more laid back. Once she had been greeted with pats and kisses, she turned herself into a giant dog-skin rug in random corners of my sisters' living room. I guess she was sad that her mama wasn't home.

I can't forget Ralph, even though technically he's not a "baby" (after all, he's at least 12 years old). He was happy when we got back to the parents' house because we had brought a pizza. And there is nothing Ralph likes more than a pizza box--except maybe a French fry in a Wendy's bag or licking Dad's dessert dish clean.