Beaumont: So Louise... what do you have to say for yourself? Me: About what? Beau: Don't play innocent with me Louise. I know you know what I'm talkin' about. Me: I know I don't. Beau: Ha! Yes you do. Me: Okay Beau. Tell me what I know that I don't know I know but you... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: Really Louise? You give me a moose cookie when there's a perfectly good bowl of stew sitting right in front of me? Me: I brought it back just for you from Mt. Engadine Lodge Beau! Beau: So what? if you hadn't gone away you wouldn't have had to bring me something back. Me: Oh.... Continue Reading →
Beau and his significantly special gift from Iwona Beaumont: So... Louise... what gives? Me: What do you mean? Beau: I mean... what gives? Iwona sent me a gift. Rod sent me 50 ways to get even and you? What did you get me? Me: I came home?... Beau: And... Me: And... that's it. Beau: And... Continue Reading →
Looking from the inside/outside - oh where oh where can my hoomans be? Get this peeps. Louise goes off galivanting in the east... she seldom calls... and now... she's even reposting one of our conversations from when she went west two years ago to see 'The Little' who at the time was the only Little... Continue Reading →
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 →
Me: Beaumont. The ball is right beside your foot. Beau: I know that. Me: Then why aren't you picking it up? Beau: Why aren't you coming to get it while I munch on some grass? Me: Because you're not supposed to eat grass? Beau: And you're not supposed to criticize, condemn and complain. Me: I'm... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: So.... I suppose I should wish you Happy Mother's Day. Me: That's lovely Beau. Thank you. Beau: You know, you're really the only mother I've ever known Louise. I don't remember my birth mother. She gave me up so young. Me: She had no choice Beau. Beau: But aren't you the one who says... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: So.... are we finally back to regular programming, Louise? Me: Yes Beau. Beau: Good. So can we please get rid of the 'artsy' photo too? Me: What do you mean? I like it! Beau: But it doesn't really do me justice now does it? Me: I think it does. Beau: Well... we all know... Continue Reading →
Well, how d'ya like these dawg-ples folks? She thinks just because she's taken off to see those Littles it's okay to A) not post my wisdom words until the afternoon (I even had to call her and tell her to get it done!) and B) To usurp my place of honour with this stuffed abomination... 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 →
Sundays with Beaumont 