And Still Nothing...

You might think that I would have something for you but you would be wrong. Life is dull, dull, dull around here and unless you count mastering the fun of the DVR and therefore getting to watch My Name is Earl at your leisure, as a good time, you would be sadly disappointed if you found yourself at Casa de Las Vegas.

Or maybe, you would be sadly disappointed at settling in with your husband to watch your much touted Nigella only to have said husband turn to you and ask, "Is she on barbiturates?" and just as you were all set to get domestic on his ass you hear Nigella say, "There is something so comforting about seeing all these peppers together... they are like a warm fire in your refrigerator." and you are forced to concede that yes, it is quite possible that she is indeed on the barbiturates.

We spend a lot of time taking photos of the dog. It turns out small dogs are rather fabulous and they are working hard to undo the damage done to their reputations by having their peeps seen in public with the likes of Paris Hilton and Britney Spears. Our dog would like you to remember that Tinkerbell and Bit Bit had no say in the matter and that if you will recall your tabloid antics, Bit Bit has gone on to greener pastures (and I don't mean that farm your parents tell you your dog is at when in fact he is six feet under and yet, somehow they think that telling you they just gave away your pet is better than the truth.).

Interestingly, the small dog has alter egos... sometimes he is Jones, our domestic family pet who likes chewy bones and peeing in the house... sometimes he is Mr. Nibbles and NO ONE questions, Mr. Nibbles (name that Holiday ad!) and he spends his time barking at the big dogs and pretending that he doesn't weigh 4 pounds... and sometimes he is Senor Estrabados, a slick and clever lock-picking creature, who, if human, would sport a small mustache and a bad attitude.

Most unfortunately (for him), sometimes he is Eva's "baby" and is forced to disappear with her for long periods of time... typically emerging either strapped into the dolly stroller or wearing Barbie jewelry.

The dog also has a sweater. And a purse. And a spiky collar to save him from the unforgivable sin of, "looking like a goddamned girl".

Save me from the leetle girl.

* and I would be remiss if I didn't remind you that today is Mamarazzi Tuesday and suggest you click over and have a little looksie at what fool thing celebrity parents are up to now...