Tag: cats
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Michele and Tobyjoe Bake Scones.
It has begun. I’m going to figure out – once and for all – if I like scones. Tonight we’re making cranberry oat scones. Wish the scones luck. Preheat the oven to 375. I laid a piece of parchment paper on a baking sheet. I set it aside. Then I removed all cats from your…
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I Am Obsessed With a Blog.
I have been keeping this Web site for just under five years. In that time, I am proud to say that I have somehow avoided becoming obsessed with another blogger (in that really unhealthy way). I have met people through mihow.com, but I haven’t developed any unhealthy online girl (or guy) crushes. Thus far, I…
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Human Imperfection.
There is a fantastic article in the latest New Yorker called Central Casting. It talks about what some feel the Democrats need to do in order to win in 2008. I found the article to be extremely informative, almost uncomfortably so. It made me realize that I am guilty of thinking they way many people…
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TMI? Too Bad.
About a month and a half ago, I started to load up on vitamins. Tobyjoe helped me to decide what to take, how often, why I should take them, and how many. I’ve been doing so diligently every day. (While we’re discussing schedules and sticking to them, I have flossed everyday since visiting the dentist…
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An Incurable and Necessary Sorrow.
I woke up at 3:30 AM to the distant sound of cats fighting. We have three cats. And although one might immediately assume that the sound was coming from inside the apartment, I can assure you, the sound was not. Earlier that day, we had ordered a bottle of wine while sitting outdoors at a…
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This World is SO Big Enough For the Two of Us.
Sometimes people do things that are inexplicably awesome. Last week, I received an email from my dear friend, Lana. Subject: Too Cute The e-mail featured a lovely picture of a fuzzy little feline. I was instantly smitten. It’s not entirely weird for people to send me cute pictures of cats. I love cats and this…
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There Are Just Too Many Damn Islands.
Tobyjoe and I are in dyer need of a vacation. And it needs to happen soon. In the past we’ve confused the word “vacation” with “large move”. Instead of saving our money and flying someplace exotic and relaxing, we just pack everything up and move. While our drive across the U.S. of A. was a…
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What We Fight About.
Toby got back yesterday. I picked him up at the Bedford L at around 5 PM. The first thing he asked me right after I got a kiss was, “Where are the cats?” As if I make a habit out of driving those little guys around. I had napped earlier and so I was pretty…
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Hallelujah.
(Warning: A whole lot of cliché lies below.) Toby is away. He left yesterday on a midnight train to Georgia. A little over a week ago, Toby and I stopped going out. We did this after we realized we were spending hundreds of dollars on mediocre meals while taking part in conversations with people we…
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Beacon
Toby Joe and I took Friday off and headed up to Beacon, New York to check out the town. (We’ve been toying with moving upstate so we can make hundreds of babies and adopt thousands of cats and drink honey and eat tea and grow stuff.) Beacon is about an hour north on Metro North.…
