Monday, January 01, 2007

Lay About Day


Yeah, I was up really late, what with all the fireworks in the neighborhood and all, plus Mona and I enjoyed a movie (Connie and Carla), so I'm taking it easy today. I'll post some fótos from la Misa last night; Mona took some great fótos of folks in their dancing clothes. Happy New Year to all.

2 comments:

Padre Mickey said...

Hola Leonardo.
That isn't my dog or my bed; it's one of those notorious model dogs who take the food from the mouths of the poor working dogs of Central America of which Matty Boy complains about so often in these comments (Yow! Was that a run-on sentence or what?). If Señorita Chompita Wiggletail was caught lounging about on our bed, she would be in BIG TROUBLE!! At least she doesn't lick our eyesockets; she merely smacks her feet on the side of the bed and grins at you. She actually slept in this morning!

Padre Mickey said...

Yow Dude, that was some stream-of-consciousness rant! Speaking of ratones, Mona and I were in the kitchen Saturday night (I was cooking, she, the Raw Food Vegetariana, was preparing a salad) when a raton made a run towards the stove! We both shrieked (yeah, I'm a sensitive guy). Señorita Chompita came to check things out, but was unable to do anything about Ronnie Raton. I hadn't used the oven since Thanksgiving, and, upon opening the oven door, was surprised to discover that Ronnie Raton had been using the oven as his suite. He also (okay, I'm being somewhat sexist by assuming that the mouse is male, but Ramona Raton doesn't work as well for me) has been storing Chompita's doggy-crunchies in the oven! We decided to put out traps, but only had some individually wrapped American Cheeze slices (yeah, things have really gone down hill since Berkeley!) to put on the traps. They really don't work as they are too light and our little rodent friends are able to reap the rewards of eating said cheese (if that's what you want to call it) without setting off the trap. We have decided to purchase a more dense cheese for the traps. This morning I was wandering through the kitchen and smelled something nasty. I thought that perhaps there was a gas leak, but realized that it was the smell of death. After a bit of seaching, found Señor Ronnie (o Ramona) had gone on to join the Mouse Choir Invisible. But we learned last year that where one mouse is, two or three may be gathered, so the traps stay out.
I hope that this isn't too much information for those of you with soft hearts.

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