"Let's get drunk..."

Incidental drinking is commonplace, like burritos from the taco wagon, while purposeful drinking is special, like Saturday pancakes. Funny things tend to happen. For instance, we made our New Year's resolutions, which included watching La Dolce Vita and loving Luna more.

"It's not even 11 yet."
"I guess we still have a lot of drinking to do."

We took pictures and put on all of our winter clothes. We flossed with scarves and scooped sand from the ottoman. Luna rolled her eyes at us and will probably be calling Cat Protective Services to seek revenge in her teenage angst.

Christmas is dead to us. Every carol is now a funeral march, composed to evoke stoicism. The tree is a gravestone: we burried Christmas in the floorboards, and she's starting to smell.

Shareorism, Funny-looking Pancakes, Buttons, and other Saturday Morning Concerns

This morning, I woke up to the word "pancakes," and boy was I excited! I make some pretty yummy damn pancakes with soymilk and bisquick. So while Dick was in the shower, I made breakfast and drank coffee. Alfred was meowing a lot.

At the breakfast nook, we had a conversation about naming dogs. 1304 might be welcoming a new member in the next couple of months, and I want to name hir Buttons (Bu'•'ins). Objections abound.

"Don't you want a name that expresses more than 'cute?'"
"Cute and ferocious."

So we came up with some alternatives:
Blood Wedding
Killer
Serial Killer

Then we discussed regal names:
Regina
Oliver Cromwell

Popular/classic literary figures:
Tom Stoppard
Annie Proulx
Herman Melville

Concepts:
Theory of General Relativity
Nature Vs. Nuture
Fibonacci Code

Suffice it to say, instead of inventing solutions, we complicated the matter. I think I'm going to stick to my original idea, traditional fabric patterns:
Paisley
Herringbone
Argyle
Houndstooth

Finally, I shareor-jacked Dick's car and drove her to work.