Me: Beaumont, you know you're heavy, right? Beau: It's all relative, Louise. Me: What's that supposed to mean? Beau: Well, consider if I was an elephant lying on your stomach. I'd feel a lot heavier. Me: And... Um.... I'm still missing the point. Beau: Somethings never change now do they Louise? Me: Beau. Be nice.... Continue Reading →
Well, Louise asked me if she could take over the blog today to wish all those who know themselves as mothers a Happy Mother's Day! And, as I am the most magnificent, magnanimous Sir Beaumont of Sheeadoodleland, I agreed. She's written more about mothering, having a mother, being a mother on her blog -- imagine... Continue Reading →
Me: Beau. You're hogging the bed. Beau: Actually, Louise. I'm dawging it. Me: Very funny Beau. Whatever you want to call it, you're not leaving any room for Martha. Beau: Who's Martha? Me: Haha. So we've got attitude this morning do we? Beau: I don't know, Louise. I'm fine. Do you? Me: No, Beau. I... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: Throw the ball already why don't you? Me: Because you've mawed a hole in it and if I throw it into the river it will sink and you won't have a ball left to chase. Beau: Excuses. Excuses. Me: Truth. Truth. Beau: Hmmm.... so why don't you get me a new ball? Me: Because... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: I'm proud of you Louise. Me: Excuse me? Beau: Why? Did you fart? Me: Ahh.... You had me worried there for a momet Beau. That's the Beau I'm used to, not the one who says things like, "I'm proud of you." Beau: Is that true Louise? Me: It is for me. Beau: What's true?... Continue Reading →
Beau: Louise. It's Monday Me: Yes. Beau: So... Me: So what? Beau: Don't play cute with me, Louise. I know your nefarious ways. Me: My 'nefarious' ways (those are air quotes btw) Beau: Very funny. Now you're just trying to avoid the obvious as you always do. Me: Beau. You're using an overstatement as an... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont, must you carry the stick with the point part in your mouth? Beau: I wouldn't if be doing it if I had a ball in my mouth. Me: Regardless, why must you carry the stick? Beau: Because you didn't bring my ball. Me: I didn't bring your ball Beau because there's too much... Continue Reading →
BEAUMONT: Seriously Louise. Did you have to use that photo? I kind of look like a mad scientist. ME: That's a bit politically incorrect don't you think Beau? Beau: What? My objecting to your use of that photo where my fur is sticking out in all directions and I look like I've just been at... Continue Reading →
Sundays with Beaumont 