I Love Shiny Things

my person took her chickapea to see the lights at griffith park during one of their walk-only nights. it was awesome... or so i hear. damn women left me at home. that's okay. they promised to take me to naples and walk me along the canals next weekend. i have to go buy new silverware for the occasion, because when i aked mp why i got left at home, she said spooning leads to forking.

Dear Starbucks

My person relies on you for support, comfort, and ridiculous amounts of caffeine everyday. Baristas in 3 cities (and 5 locations) call her by name, know her order, and show her the love. Starbucks, if you were a girl, she'd marry you. Because she is so attached to you, she won't say anything about the terrible incident that took place on Sunday night.... but, I'm a loyal puppy, and I must speak!

Starbucks, you done my person wrong.

After watching the Anaheim Ducks play an awesome game (ending with the killing of a 6-on-3 penalty) and demolish the Kings, the Chickapea and my person went for a latte and some conversation. It was foreplay, Starbucks. It was the end of a date in which my person had had the magical words, "I'm wearing something special for you under these clothes..." whispered in her ear. Everything was perfect, and they brought you into their date-- like they were inviting you to a threesome of love and goodness.

Now, my person doesn't do well, with milk, but she can handle non-fat in reasonable amounts. There's nothing better than a triple venti, non-fat, extra-hot, sugar-free gingerbread latte. When she orders, she always makes sure the words "non-fat" are spoken clearly and makes sure the "NF" and the "SF" go on the cup. This time, the "NF" went on the cup-- but 2% went in. We know it was 2%, because whole milk would have been obvious.... how do i know it wasn't non-fat you ask?

Good question, Starbucks.

Because, when someone who doesn't handle milk gets a stronger percentage of lactose than they can handle, things get... interesting. The sure thing? Yeah. So over. My person was very upfront with her Chickapea about what had happened, but there was an immediate "no sex for you!" Do you know why it's called 2% milk, Starbucks? Because that's about how much of the air under the covers is oxygen after my person drinks it. Were you trying to kill me? Was it a plot to eliminate a small doggy with a big voice? You failed! I'm alive, though mildly brain damaged after last night.

Please, Starbucks, don't do us like that.

When someone writes letters on the cup, assume that they are not just preferences, but necessary for reasons like allergies, dietary restrictions, and the desire to get laid. Please, Starbucks, I beg you! The Chickapea went out of town for business today, and after last night, my person's going to be a real bitch. I'm sorry to go around my person to address this catastrophe with you; after all, she still loves you like a girl who's never been hurt. Show us the love. Don't do us wrong again.

Sincerely,

mizz lilly

I Love the Chickapea

* she always spoils me and buys me puppy smores from whiskers.
* she can cook (not like mp's magic-phone-cooking), and she lets me eat with them.
* she lets me "get all european" on her for as long as i want.
* she lets me sleep in her bed and (usually) won't let mp kick me out of the middle.
* she knows that rubbing my belly is a valid career choice.
* peruvian chicks are hot.

mp is certainly fond of her pea, but i love her!
if they stop dating, i fully intend to make my move....
"you, uh, lik-a romantica?"

Off the Razr's Edge

mp finally picked up the razr 2 (until the iphone comes out with a 3g version). it's beautiful. it's compact.

it's fast. the razr2 makes great use of the 3g network, and mp and i are now free from the bleeding edge.





it also takes surprisingly good pics for a flash-free camera phone.


okay, okay... i'm a vain puppy and i'll say anything to get another picture out there.


ignore all the background stuff (mp went a-shoppin') and focus on what's really important: i'm good lookin'.

Thank You, Bryz

ilya bryzgalov was claimed off waivers today, then made his first start for the phoenix coyotes fours hours later. he shut out the kings, and we couldn't be happier for him. well, we'd be a little happier if he'd been traded to an eastern conference team....



it was always so good to know you were between the pipes. you deserve to be number one somewhere.



you had us at scrooge mcduck....
you had us at scrooge mcduck.

Things We're Grateful For - #6

the last 13 months have brought nothing but absolutely amazing things for us.

mp is a completely different person, inside and out, and we have a new life that we could not be more proud of. we are settled, happy, and successful. for that, we are eternally grateful. it's not every family that gets a second chance. we got a second life. every day we wake up, and we are excited to be going. well, mp is excited to be going; i'm excited to get the blankets to myself. (note to other puppies: feathers are good for napping, bad for eating.... I'm just sayin'.) we make a difference now, and we're getting better at it every day. for that, we are truly grateful.

Things We're Grateful For - #5

shirts like this:

Things We're Grateful For - #3

the pea loves victoria's secret's brazilian cut lace panties.

seriously, mp's not that good looking... this should count for #3 and #4

Things We're Grateful For - #2

boobs.



no wait... the possibility of world peace.

okay, okay....

boobs.

Things We're Grateful For - #1

george parros took some time over the summer and learned how to skate.



of course, he has other benefits that we didn't initially see behind his pornstache.

Comfort TV #1

mp and i both have favorite shows and movies that always make us feel good. this is one of my favorites. mp used to love it, too... until the phyllis diller episode reared it's hydra head once too often.

Because She's Classy

after mp had an especially long (and creepy) day, the chickapea came to fetch her for a night of "not much." this usually means coffee and making out, but tonight mp showed just how classy she can be by taking her date to the 24 hour walmart for a little basketball. oh, yes, she did. the guys working stock kept score as mp, the pea, and random little boys that were wandering around in their spiderman pj's shot hoops in the portable court.

who says mp isn't original?

tomorrow, they are going to check out the new sephora, and the pea says she'll model anything mp picks out at v.s. bitch hasn't stopped smiling since that text came in an hour ago....