patty cake

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

16 March 2014 - If the shorter peep were here, I would have enjoyed a slice of pie on Friday, 3/14, or a forkful of Caesar salad on the ides.  I am not holding out much hope for corned beef tomorrow.  Admittedly I (and the taller peep) care little for boiled cabbage, and I am unaware of any Irish ancestry.  But it seems that no genetic legitimacy is required to wear green on St. Patrick's Day.  In the old country, the faithful would make pilgrimages up Croagh Patrick, or the Reek, some on their hands and knees.  Here in the States, avid celebrants often end up on their hands and knees.  I too get around on all fours, but there the similarity stops.

methodology of the meow-ster

Catvice 

(for the self-absorbed)

One's identity is subsumed to that

of the mob and the rabble.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

book of the day - And the Mountains Echoed, by Khaled Hosseini, a bereaved father confronts the div who took his youngest child