Me: Beaumont. Would you please get that disgusting thing off the couch. Beau: It's not a 'thing'. It's my Bebé. Me: I don't care what it is. It's disgusting. Please take it away. Now. Beau: If you throw it, I will. Me: I am not touching that thing! Beau: Bebé. Me: Beau.... Beau: (oh so... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: I don't get it. Me: Get what Beau? Beau: Why I can't come in. Me: I'm going to the bathroom Beau. I would like to go alone. Beau: You don't let me go alone. Me: That's different. Beau: Different how? Me: Well... you go outside. There's no door. Beau: BNNNNNNEEEEEEHHHH! (that's the sound of... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont. Is there a reason you're sitting staring out the patio door? Beau: Is there a reason we're sitting inside on such a beautiful day? Me: It's not polite to answer a question with a question. Beau: It's not polite to ask questions you already know the answer to. Me: It's also bad grammar... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont. We need to talk. Beau: I'm busy. Me: Beau.... Beau: Yah. Yah. Yah. Whatever. Me: Beaumont. This is serious. Beau: Taking me to the groomers and inflicting all that brushing and fluffing on me is serious Louise. If what you wanna talk about is what I think you wanna talk about, well that's... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont. What are you looking at? Beau: Not looking at. Watching for. Me: Oh. There's a difference? Beau: Oh you wordsmith you, Louise. Of course there's a difference. Me: Ok. I'll bite. What's the difference. Beau: Well... using the phrase "I'll bite" with a dawg is an example of you looking for trouble. Me:... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: Louise, we need to talk. Me: Uh huh. About what? Beau: Like you don't know. Me: Ummm. Beau. No I don't. Beau: Yes you do. Me: (sighing) Honestly Beau. I don't. I can't read your mind. Beau: Really? And all this time I thought that's how you wrote these conversations. By reading my mind.... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: Louise, can you spell unimpressed? Me: Of course. Why do you ask? Beau: Just checkin'. In case you had to look it up. Me: Why would I have to look it up? Beau: So you could name the way I'm feeling. Me: Because you're sitting amidst the Pointsettas like a Christmas Tree? I think... Continue Reading →
Dear DawgAnn Danders, It's me. Beaumont. I've snuck onto my dad's laptop while he's taking a nap (with me on the bed of course.) I'm writing today because I'm confused. My mom has gone off to see the grandlittles (apparently there's a new little and she couldn't stay away). But here's the deal. While it's... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: So let me get this straight. I have to stay here, locked up in the laundry room because you took me to the park and now you think I'm all wet and dirty. Me: Well. You are. Beau: I thought you revere nature. Me: I do. Beau: But you don't want it in the... Continue Reading →
Sundays with Beaumont 