Photo courtesy of T.Webb Beau: That’s better. Me: What’s that Beau? Beau: The photo. Me: Why? Beau: You have to ask? It’s obvious. Me: Enlighten me. Beau: Well, that’s a tall order and I don’t have your lifetime to do it. But I digress. At least this time you didn’t cut and paste me in.... Continue Reading →
Oh, peeps. She's really gone and done it this time. Louise has flown the coop. Left C.C. and me alone. Abandoned. Bereft. Forced to fend for ourselves. Well, C.C. is here. And people keep coming over. I'm getting lots of attention, but that's not the point. The point is she left. And if you require... Continue Reading →
Me: Why so glum looking, Beau? Beau: Oh, you narrow-sighted human. This is not glum, Louise. It’s relaxed. You should try it. Me: I relax a lot! Beau: Be specific. Me: About relaxing? Beau: Yes. How often? When? What does it feel like? Me: Don’t be ridiculous. Being specific about relaxing sounds entirely too unrelaxed to me. Beau: Hmmm. Good one. But... Continue Reading →
Me: Where's the ball, Beau? Beau: Why are you asking me? You threw it. Me: Don't be obtuse, Beau. You were supposed to run after it and fetch it. Beau: And you were supposed to throw it in a straight line, Louise. Not my fault if the ball doesn't go where you've aimed it. Me:... Continue Reading →
Beau: You know, Louise, it’s not considered a walk if you sit on the deck and throw the ball. Me: Why not? You’re getting exercise. Beau: Notice there’s only one of us getting exercise in that equation? Me: Yeah. I kind of like it. Beau: Your body doesn’t. Me: My body is perfectly happy sitting... Continue Reading →
Me: Beau, drop the ball. Beau: Please. Me: Pardon? Beau: You heard me. Say, “Please drop the ball.” Me: Don’t be ridiculous, Beau. Just drop the ball. Beau: I’m not being ridiculous, Louise. I am simply asking you to be polite. Which, for some reason, seems to be a stretch for you where my dropping... Continue Reading →
Beau: So, let me get this straight, Louise. You booked two seats on the same flight. Both for you. Me: Shush, Beau. You don’t have to tell everyone. Beau: I’m simply trying to understand the logic. Were they side by side? Me: No. Window seats. Across the aisle from each other. Beau: Ah. Me: What? Beau:... Continue Reading →
Me: Beau, where are you going? Beaumont: To the sea. To the sea. To the deep blue sea. Me: Beau! Not today. I don't want you getting wet. Beau: And I don't want you disappearing without me. Yet here we are. So, tell me Louise. Where were you all last week? Me: I was helping... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: By the barnacles! The tide has receded, revealing a rugged coastline of… opportunity. My nostrils twitch, they whisper of a magnificent beast that once mooed. Egads! Is that a T-Bone on the horizon, or merely a mirage of the famished? I shall claim it by right of salvage! Me: What on earth are you... Continue Reading →
Beau: Why are you so upset, Louise? Your hair is doing that frantic thing again. Me: You disappeared on me! I was terrified. Beau: Of what? That I’d find a better home? Or that I’d grabbed the fin of a dolphin and was currently riding the waves to victory? Me: Don’t be ridiculous. I was... Continue Reading →
Sundays with Beaumont 