Potatoes Beyonce

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I want a new cat.

We’ve been having some behavioral issues with Luna Bell (ahem, biting hard- wha?!), probably because she likes Ryan more than she likes me (traitor) and since he’s out of town for work, I’m the one stuck with devil cat.  I got mad the other day and threatened to send Luna Bell to my mom’s house to live out her kitty days and get a new cat.

I would name the new cat Potatoes Beyonce.

Potatoes because it’s hilarious/random and Beyonce after big metal chickens.

Ryan’s response was that he hates Potatoes Beyonce and would refuse to feed Potatoes Beyonce and would never forgive me for replacing Luna Bell with Potatoes Beyonce.   Hearing him say Potatoes Beyonce so many times made me giggle and I wanted a new kitty even more.

In reality, we will probably get a dog in the next few years and if I were actually to get Potatoes Beyonce, we would then have 3 pets.  Which is way too many considering we are urban dwellers and a yard and/or big house isn’t exactly in the cards.

So for now I’ll carry on with Luna Bell.  Perhaps I’ll do some research into kitty therapy…

(image via fuckyeahkitties)

Silent Protest

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Ryan left yesterday for an extended business trip.  So, naturally, Luna Bell decided to stage a silent protest to express how she felt about him being gone for a few weeks.  I totally get the logic- “if the man can’t get to his suits, how can he go do biz’nass?”.

Smart kitty.

Easter Sunday 2011

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After a beautiful mass at Holy Name Cathedral (snagged one of the last seats-yes!), my handsome man and I took in a lovely brunch at the Ralph Lauren Restaurant.  I love the classic feel to RL- the deep navy colored walls, mahogany paneling, portraits and books everywhere.  Since we were all gussied up for church, it felt like the perfect spot to toast the holiday.

Over a bellini, Gold Coast Omelette (a potato pancake topped with an herbed omelette topped with smoked salmon, aka perfection), bloody mary and lobster club sandwich respectively, Ryan and I told Easter stories from when we were kids and mused over how proud my grandmother would have been that I was in a Catholic Church today (I’m “Catholic Light”-aka, Episcopalian).  It was a wonderful morning and I’m so grateful for days like today.

In related news// my new heels had an excellent inaugural voyage.