Kitty Deschanel

I'm participating in an online blogging event. With a name like "Mom Sexy Prom 2010" (this link, to another prom goer, is one of my favorites), how could I resist? What's that, you say? I'm not allowed to play because I'm not a mom? Just who in the heck do you think you are, coming over to my blog and talking to me that way! I'll have you know that I have 2 beautiful babies: The Pica (recently spayed and drugged out of her little mind here) The Biscuit (so pretty...in her own, special way) Still not convinced? Well, then I guess you'll just have to call me a party crasher! How convenient that I have such fancy flowers for my prom photo. (HA!) See Pica's bone in the background? I think that qualifies me for Mom Prom right there! Who will be my date to Mom Prom? I pulled out an old photo from my senior prom for inspiration: Clearly, I would not be going with that dirt bag again. (Don't even get me started!) I

Anonymous Flower Delivery Sexy Nerd and I came home from a day of running errands on Saturday to discover an odd message on my phone. It was a girl from a flower shop calling to confirm my address for a delivery.  I called and said there must be a mistake, as I wasn't expecting any flowers, to which she pointed out that people don't usually expect flowers. Oh, of course.  As nice as it would be to have someone send me flowers, it seemed unlikely. Sure enough, she was unable to find any orders for me when I gave my name. She did have a Danielle though, and asked if there might be a different last name. I told her my maiden name. There really were flowers waiting for me!  She confirmed the delivery address - the rental house Sexy Nerd and I lived in 3 years ago. I updated my address and ended the call, anxiously waiting to see who would send me flowers. Who sent me flowers from FTD? My mysterious stalker has beautiful taste! Strange? I had no idea how str

My super awesome boss surprised each employee with their very own cheesecake. Isn't she just the best? Considering that I've never really liked cheesecake, (I know, I know...) I wasn't sure I would like this. However, since there is just a teeny tiny bit of cheesecake sandwiched between chocolate fudge cake, chocolate ganache, and chocolate mousse, I was able to choke it down. (yum, yum, yum, yum, yum) (and only a little over 80% of your daily allowance of saturated fat per slice!) (seriously) My friend Jedica says that my boss is being crafty (i.e. she'll buy everyone a $5 bottle of wine and suddenly they forget all about the complete lack of benefits). Whatever, Jedica! Sexy Nerd's job provides health care. How many people can say theirs provides cheesecake?

Sexy Nerd and I have been together more than 6 years, during which we've learned each of us has our own wacky traits that irk the other (though I must insist that mine are nothing compared to his!) One of my pet peeves is that he's the kind of person who goes into the kitchen at lunch time, makes himself a sandwich, and eats it right in front of you, without the thought of asking if you would also like a sandwich ever crossing his mind. I've nicely (and maybe occasionally ever so slightly less than nicely) tried to train remind Sexy Nerd that this behavior borders on selfish cruel lazy being a huge,smelly jerk not very nice and he has slowly made improvements. At least, I thought he'd been improving. This morning, Sexy Nerd announced he would be smoking a chicken for dinner. He brined it and put it inside the smoker. The house was filled with the tasty smell of hickory for several hours. When it would be done smoking was a complete mystery (and source of a "