Steve Who?

Charlee: “This is the worst-organized store I’ve ever seen.”
Lulu: “Are you sure this is Pier One?”
GPS: “BING! Of course I’m sure. I’m connected to satellites and stuff.”
Seagull: “What about bits of bread? Have you got any bits of bread?”
Chaplin: “Do I look like I would have bits of bread?”
Seagull: “Everyone looks like they would have bits of bread.”

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Pier What?

Chaplin: “So where do we have to go to get this meat-based patio furniture?”
Lulu: “I’m not sure, the picture didn’t say. I figure we can start at Pier One. They sell patio furniture.”
Charlee: “Makes sense. Should we take Dada’s car or the Magic Flying Coaster?”
Lulu: “Well, Dada’s car is kind of slow these days, and the Magic Flying Coaster has limited cargo capacity. But I have a plan.”

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Lulu’s Life Tips With Bonus Lyrics: Unwelcome to the Boomtown

Hello friendlies! Lulu here! As you may be aware, last weekend was Independence Day weekend here in the U.S., which means, among other things, that Dada had Monday off, and we all went out for a sniff around the garden center that day while his car was getting its first oil change in almost two years. So that was fun. But unfortunately, one of the “other things” among the “other things” is that there were lots of explosions, snaps, crackles, and pops, both up in the sky and all around the neighborhood. This phenomenon is sometimes referred to as a boomtown.

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Meat The New Furniture

Chaplin: “What are you doing with the iPad, Lulu?”
Lulu: “I’m just looking at patio furniture on the Twitter. I think we need to buy a set.”
Charlee: “Don’t Mama and Dada already have patio furniture?”
Lulu: “Yes, but this patio furniture is made out of meat.”

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Throwback (Dennis) Thursday: New Home, Who Dis?

Dada’s note: The dog who would become Dennis, newly rescued from wandering in a canyon with (presumably) his two brothers and his mother, was suffering from demodectic mange and had lost most of his fur when he came to us as a foster dog and took up temporary residence under a desk.

Let’s Vote On It

Mouse: “All right, so the reason I called this lunch meeting is to discuss what to do about this Blue character.”
Chaplin: “What do you mean?”
Spicoli: “What am I supposed to do with timothy hay?”

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