It’s Hip To Be Square.

Ya’ll cracked me up yesterday with those comments about my bedroom.

If that got you excited, wait till you see my clean/organized junk drawer. 
Hold on. Here it is. 

Ok, perhaps ONLY I get excited by an organized junk drawer?? Ironically, as I tried to put the drawer back into the cabinet I broke the drawer holder thingy….If only I knew a good cabinet guy. *snicker*

I was reading some fun factoids on Stumble upon the other day. (this is a big time suck, so only venture if you want to waste the rest of your day)

  • Recycling one glass jar saves enough energy to watch TV for 3 hours. Put that in your pipe and don’t smoke it. In case you live under a rock, smoking kills, but recycling will get you to the front of the line at the pearly gates!!!

  • In Japan, you can actually purchase a Square watermelon. This adds to my organizing delight. Stackable! I finally found a reason to move to Japan. Besides all the Hello Kitty stuff. Or is that China? Same diff.

  • Antarctica is the only continent without reptiles. And if I found out there was also NO spiders, I would be purchasing winter garb and packing my bags.

  • One in every 4 Americans has appeared on television. I’ve been on TV once (with Burt Reynolds). Still waiting for my appearance on COPS or the Real Housewives of nowheresville. Whichever comes first. 

How many times have you been on TV??? 

Wishing you all a beautiful, clutter-free, non-smoking, arrest free weekend!!! Or at least make that your goal. 

Sleeping With Dogs.

Where there is order, there is joy.

Animals are funny. 

Cocoa and Ozzie have their own beds in our bedroom. If they had it their way, they would be on the king sized love-bed with us. But I do have some say in this house. Just some.
See Cocoa on the back bed? 

That is HER bed. She declared this a long time ago.
See Ozzie on the front (and bigger) bed? Cocoa declared this HIS bed a long time ago. 

Ozzie has not a chance. 

On some evenings Ozzie forgets is place. He will blindly go to the back bed and settle in for the night. Shortly after, Cocoa will come and realize that her brother is once again a nit~wit.

She will stand in the doorway for a minute or two and just stare at him. 
When this results in no movement on his part, then she will move closer and stand about a foot from him and give him the stink eye. 
Still, he like so many others of his gender, does not get the hint. 
This is where I intervene. {what else do I have to do?}

I say: Ozzie!
he jumps to my call.
I say: Move! C’mon, MOVE. 

He picks up his sad face…looks around and wonders what the heck he missed now. 

He moves the 12 inches to the next bed, settles down with a big sigh and continues with his sleep.

She goes to her throne bed.  

And my bed remains hair-free.

And all is right in the world again. 

The end. 

Who rules your roost?? male or female??