Timing

I know it's too late to say "Happy New Year" so let me be the first to wish you and yours a very merry Groundhog Day. Never say I don't care.

"I didn't want my mouth to be full in case you should call..."

It seems that once I took off those three inches of hair giving myself what I fondly call "triangle head" (seriously, I need to see a hairdresser and get some layers put in STAT!) my schedule went into warp speed. Of course, when things get busy it's Bloggy McBloggerson that suffers. Poor pink thing. Ever since this blog underwent it's makeover I've begun to think of him as more sensitive. When he had the neutral green background I felt he could carry on without me. Now I worry about him staying up all night, pacing through his archives to remember the good times, gorging on cupcakes and wondering why I never write...not even to say I don't have time to write.

To make it up to him I'll share the strangest thing I've seen on internets in a long, long, time. Ladies and Gentlemen, get ready to have your socks blown off! I give you SHE'S A TALKER:



What's going on here? Is this an online feature from Cat Fancy Magazine? Some specialized form of gay porn? Art? Is it art?

Also, you will note that not a single one of these cats actually appears to be a "talker".

I'm so confused.

If only Blogger had smell-o-vision.

A low grade summer cold makes me unable to comment on all the fun political stuff, the passing of Jim McKay or all the great stuff going on in Toronto like the Art of Jazz and Luminato. I can't seem to form a coherent sentence. So, instead, I give you this yummy lilac, snapped last weekend on our Collingwood getaway.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.


I'll be back when the fog has lifted.