The sister’s are a bit obsessed with all things French right now due to their love of the TV show “Versailles”. So, here’s a quote from none other than Napoleon Bonaparte:
“In victory, you deserve Champagne, in defeat, you need it.” — Napoleon Bonaparte
Hopefully, you will not have to worry about victory or defeat tonight but only where the hell your next glass of champagne is coming from. Happy New Year! to our family and friends – we feel certain 2017 is destined to be a tremendous year for all of us because we made it through the election of 2016.
The Sisters are always wanting to leave behind the drudgery of our day jobs, and our search for something else to do with ourselves never ends. It’s constant.
We considered running away and joining the circus last week. Sadly the role of Fat Lady was already taken.
Haha, we jest. Sort of. Hold on – I need another cookie.
Ava had an epiphany last week and we may have found the job we need.
Long-haul truck drivers.
That’s exactly the same expression I made when Ava suggested it.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I scoffed from across my desk. “I’d have to do all the driving.” Ava has never voluntarily driven anywhere if she can make me do it. Generally, I don’t mind. I like driving.
“True,” she agreed without the slightest bit of apology. “I’d keep you awake.”
I still wasn’t sold and my face must have been pretty clear about that.
“There’s a $4,000 signing bonus,” she told me.
I rolled my eyes.
“And–” she paused for effect “–you can bring a pet with you in the truck.”
Have you ever felt this way about someone?
How about someone you work with? I can’t even look at her.
Dear Faithful Reader,
You may recount many tales the Sisters had riding around in Dave Durango. He was an awesome vehicle and he treated us well for ten solid years. He carted us on many road trips – around our own state and all the way to San Antonio and back.
We loved Dave.
Sadly, Dave grew old and tired and a bit cantankerous and it was finally decided that Dave would be sent to a farm to live out the rest of his life, running around in the fields with other Durangos, maybe chasing VW rabbits.
He’d lived a very good life. We lamented his passing. Ava had a harder time giving him up even that I did.
“We love Dave,” she kept saying. That was beyond a doubt. We did love Dave, except that Dave kept over heating and blowing through oil and I was tired of always driving with one eye on the gauges.
Enter The Chrysler 300. A grown up car. I’ve been driving the family truckster in one form or another for the last 15 years.
Her name is Leanidas, because she’s one of the 300. Please tell me you get that reference. Sometimes people laugh when I tell them this line and I can clearly tell they don’t get the joke.
Lea, it turns out, is a bit bossy. It stormed last night and consequently this morning it was chilly. A drop in temperature can drop the air pressure in your tires. Seriously. Look it up. Lea didn’t like this, not one bit.
I received an email from her demanding “Immediate and urgent attention.” She informed me in no uncertain terms she’d like 3 more pounds of pressure in her left front tire and she’d like it now. Right now. 10 minutes ago would have been better.
Dave never yelled at me like that. His email would have been more like your stoned cousin – “Dude, you know, like, when you have a sec, float a little more air in one of my tires. No biggie. Cheers!”
Cars have definitely changed in the last 10 years!
The Sister’s aren’t particularly enamored of pumpkin spice or guinea pigs for that matter, but we are in love with these talking dudes.
Because they’re hysterical.
Quentin, AKA The Velvet Menace, is nuts. My Honey prefers the term, “bat-shit crazy”. He’s very…kitten-y. A kitten who very much believes that he’s a tiny panther.
I am concerned by the fact that he doesn’t seem to sleep enough. Aren’t felines supposed to sleep like 16-20 hours a day? This one doesn’t. You’re probably saying, “I bet he sleeps all day while you’re at work.”
Not so. We have proof in the form of destroyed household items. We had a sealed bag of bedding that goes in the bottom of a hamster cage tucked away after the untimely demise of those animals. He shredded it all over the family room. All. Over.
When we went into the laundry room to fetch the broom and dust pan, we found this laundry basket.
You can’t blame in on either of the dogs. It was on top of the dryer. Also, Jojo Kitty is in the clear. I can almost hear their conversation.
Jojo – Dude, what are you doing?
VM (Velvet Menace) – Nothing. Go away.
Jojo (with an eyeroll) Why are you eating a laundry basket?
VM – I’m killing this evil holder of clothes.
Jojo – Whatever, dude. I’m off to take a nap.
VM – (gnaw, snarl, mangle)
It has come to the Sisters attention there is a new fellow out there we should be aware of.
We introduce you to Emerson Spartz. We understand that he holds the record for the longest distance ever to purchase a book. Mr. Spartz flew 3,950 miles to buy a book.
With that kind of dedication, we have to salute him, don’t you think?
The man flew from Chicago to London to purchase Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.
If we had the money and the ability to do it, we’d have flown right over the Atlantic to buy that book, too. Harry Potter just happens to be a Sister favorite and J.K. Rowling one of our patron saints.
You go Emerson Spartz!