Whatever your beliefs have an enjoyable Easter Sunday!

My bunnies came from my grand daughter and are on display all year long.

      THE RULES

1. The Female Always Makes The Rules
2. The Rules are Subject to Change at any Time without prior Notification.
3. No Male can Possibly Know all the Rules
4. If the Female Suspects the Male Knows all the Rules, she must Immediately change some or all of the Rules.
5. The Female is NEVER wrong.
6. If the Female is Wrong, it is because of a Flagrant Misunderstanding which was a Direct Result of something the Male did or said wrong.
7. If Rule 6 applies, the Male must Apologize immediately for causing the Misunderstanding.
8. The Female can change her mind at any given point in time.
9. The Male must NEVER change his mind without Express Written Consent from the Female.
10. The Female has every right to be Angry or Upset at any time.
11. The Male must remain Calm at ALL Times, unless the Female wants him to be Angry or Upset.
12. The Female must Under NO Circumstances let the Male know whether on not she wants him to be angry or upset.
13. Any Attempt to Document these Rules could result in Bodily Harm.
!4. If the Female has PMS, All Rules are Null and Void.

  A little background on these rules:
  They were found taped to the side of a CRAZY CLIMBER game console belonging to SEB but in Mommas possession!!!!
    That makes them valid at least in my mind!!!!

The drive way alarm sounded.  Some one was pulling up at the door.  The mail lady with a package. A package from California.  Bob And Maria sent us these beautiful mugs by Lois Hinman.  The figures are replicas of the ancient rock drawings of the Coso Mountain range.  Thank you so much my friends for the very thoughtfull gift..

The baby boy that will soon be here has a ‘big’ sister.  Not sure of her age but I know she asked Cindy to bring her ‘Sponge Bob’ cookies when she came to visit.  With this in mind I thought a little something for Sister was needed also.  So for Big Sister I made a pocketbook!  As tradition dictates I’ll stick a little bit of money in it also.  I hope she likes it and will get some play time out of it.

It is dark and rainy outside and everything that breathes inside except me is sleeping.  So I thought it time to add a couple of more Dog Philosophy entries, empty my camera, and just plain visit a few minutes.

I received word that commenter Marian has finally settle in her bungalow in the village.  We wish her well.

Cindy is hoping to go to North Carolina this month for a wedding and baby shower for an old co-worker so I quickly made this up to take along. (it needs to be washed first).

Not as neat as I would like but maybe a good drag around blanket for the baby when he is a little older.

Now to the dog items.
  My dog is worried about the economy because Alpo is up to $3.00 a can….  That’s almost $21.00 in dog money.
  Joe Weinstein

Ever consider what our dogs must think of us?  I mean, here we come back from a grocery store with the most amazing haul—-chicken, pork, half a cow.  They must think we are the greatest hunters on earth.
  Anne Tyler

My Christmas cactus must think it is still winter.

A close examination yesterday showed five buds on the plant.  What a delightful discovery to tide me over until the tulips, daffodils, and hyacinths start blooming.

The sun the last few days has Brandy and Molly parked by the French doors in the dining room.

To Molly even crawling under a dining room chair to get to a warm spot is worth it. 

Jay’s surgery on his arm is still functioning so maybe this one will take.  We have to get the stitches out soon and on 4-10 he is due back to have the Dr. check it. 

With friends coming in from Long Island I asked my Schwans man for an item he had sold out of yesterday.  This morning the driveway doorbell sounded and sure enough it was Ed.  He started earlier and came off his normal route to bring my item.  On top of that his rider brought my garbage cart up the 200 feet from the road for me.  Now that deserves something special so Ed got Italian tomatoes, pickled beets and raspberry jam and his helper got a jar of grape jelly with cinnamon.  The least I could do with gas prices so high and time spent coming over added to his day. 

The kindness we are shown these days is so comforting.  My daughter-in-law calls it the elderly thing.  I really don’t care what the reason is I just appreciate it. 

Well excuse me, as I said in my last post, the King is coming to visit so I must turn into the scullery maid, mop that filthy kitchen floor, shine the faces of the appliances, and wipe down the cabinets.  Now where did I hide that mop and bucket?

The manor house is in an uproar.  The chambermaids can’t find the gold satin sheets and the purple coverlet for the royal bed has disappeared.  Yes we have received an epistle stating that the King is coming to visit.

No not that king you fool.  That king is a fink!!  Every where he goes people chant, ” the king is a fink—the king is a fink”.  Our King is held in higher respect then that.

We here have been extremely busy preparing for his arrival.  The heralds have shined their trumpets to a sparkling finish.  The cook is busy planning tasty treats to delight the royal palate.  The Ladies-in-waiting have arrived early to be sure that the Queen, who is traveling with him, will also be comfortable during her stay.

Yes the King is coming to visit our humble home.  I can picture him now relaxing with us away from the cares and worries of his kingdom.

No you still haven’t got it right.  That is the Little King.  Our King is larger than that.  Actually he looks some what like the King of Spades.  Well you will recognize him when you see him—I always do.

Update:

A message received from the Queen yesterday spoke of the King suffering some discomfort.  But she assured me the visit was still forthcoming and so I wait for new word.  Ah that means there is more time for the scullery maid to set the kitchen right!

Yep!