Who do you think was in charge: Bonnie or Clyde?

This is Hobbit. Hobbit has made her appearance here before. She is spending the week with us while her human mom and dad are off galavanting.

Hobbit is a mild mannered little lady whose tail wags in a circle. Remember? Although I haven't seen that circular wag too much this week. She's wagging, but it is hot and we're all a bit droopy.

The following pictures may be too much to bear. You might want to preview them before letting knitters or fiber artists in your family view them.

This is the scene of the Great Fiber Massacre:

It seems that during the wee hours of Tuesday morning, my fiber basket was attacked. Where was I? Sleeping. Cuddle Buns, under my direct orders, had let Hobbit out of her sleeping crate when he got up. I swear Rudy was still in bed with me. And Cuddle Buns was deeply involved in the morning news. Didn't he hear anything? Why, no. Of course not. 

Does he need a hearing aid? Yes. Yes he does. But that is for another post.

I wanted to blame Hobbit for this mess, which really only resulted in the destruction of one (although new) drop spindle. (I haven't gone all CSI and measured the teeth marks. Yet.)

I wanted to blame her, because Rudy has never, ever, done anything like that (except for that one shoe incident last July). I want to think that on any old given day my fiber is safe.

So....when I grilled spoke with Cuddle Buns after he had gone to work, I wanted him to tell me that our houseguest had gone a little nuts with the freedom. Had overstepped her boundaries as a house guest.

But no. 

It appears Hobbit had an accomplice. 

Maybe even an instigator.

Maybe was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I'm sorry, Hobbit, for blaming you. 

Hiding Out

Yes. We're still here. Just trying to stay cool and keeping a low profile.

All Kinds of Weirdness

This morning Rudy seemed a little confused.

I can tell by the ears.

He didn't burn his little paws on the cement.

Mommy actually sat outside with him for a bit without melting.

There were clouds. From the NORTH!

And then this strange WONDERFUL stuff started falling from the sky.

Wonderfully weird. 

She's Come Home!!

Finally. My little car is back home and whole. I was beginning to despair of ever having a car at my disposal again! She is beautiful!

Rudy's New Playground

Our new playground:

We have just settle on a price for this awesome playground for the three of us (and anyone who wants to come stay with us!) and are absolutely giddy. All prayers for an easy closing welcome!

Yes....that is a pecan orchard. The view is from the soon-to-be-ours back porch/deck/favorite place.

Til Death Do Us Part

Thirty seven years ago today at this time I was still asleep. No sinus junk to keep me awake. I had just finished my final exams the day before to end my junior year at Iowa State University. GO CLONES! I'm sure Cuddle Buns was still asleep as well. Rudy was just a twinkle in his daddy's eyes as were our two real children.

By the end of the day we were:

Mr. and Mrs. Mike Burke

And they lived happily ever after....

In bigger sizes with shorter hair....

Play Dates All Around

My friend Carla wanted to take a road trip to Container Store. I'm always up for Container Store, but since she just had knee replacement surgery, didn't think she'd be comfy in my little rent-an-egg. (Car still not ready.) So, I drove her car. She came to get me, and we decided to take Rudy over for a play date with her Hobbit. (Hobbit spent the weekend awhile back, remember?)

 

They had great fun and immediately ran upstairs to watch us leave. I thought Rudy was a little distraught. Until I looked more closely at the pict.

He wasn't even looking at me. Probably not at all concerned about my leaving. Just giddy with a new window and stuff to bark at. With Hobbit by his side staring mournfully at his mom leaving. Man. Know where I stand now.