Author: Launi

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The Big Snow Ripoff

We went all through Thanksgiving with no snow.

Not a flake.

Then came Christmas.

Still wearing sandals.

What is this, California?!

No. It’s Utah–you know–“the greatest SNOW on earth!”

A bunch of us actually love the stuff and we’re feeling teriffically scamed.

Then one night, for some odd reason, I was awake at 4 am. I just woke up and decided to see if it was even cold out side.

It was.

AND IT WAS SNOWING!!!!

It was covering the grass…

and my car! I was so happy!! At last, at last!! Snow!! Heeeee!

Of course It was gone by morning and the grass was as thick and green as the fake stuff at the soccer field. No one even believed me when I told them that it really did snow.

But I have a witness.

This dude saw it too.

So HA!

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Hobbes Is Perplexed

“Dali is here one moment…

and disappears behind the curtain the next.

What are those tiny, squeeky sounds coming from the closet?! I’m gonna wait right here and see.

And now she’s back! Something fishy is going on here!

That’s it!! I’m telling on you.

“MOMMMMMM!”

Ohhh Hobbes.

 

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Seasonal Dilemma

So–I have this puzzle. It’s pretty, sure. It’s half finished, which is a plus. It’s Thomas Kinkade, so that says it all.

But there is a problem with it. Actually three, to be precise.

Number one: It’s missing a piece. An edge piece. Can you sense my eye twitching madly?

Number two: It’s reaaaally hard. I don’t believe I’ve ever said those words in a complainy, whiney voice about a puzzle before. I LOVE hard ones, but this one is almost irritating instead of challenging. Alllll the saaaaame colorrrrrrrs!!! Yikes.

And lastly,

Number 3: There is a snowman. I’m fine with it. There is even a bright red scarf around that snowman and somehow, I’m still fine with it.

BUT there is a wreath on the lamp post. A Christmas wreath. Totally betraying the fact that I’m doing this CHRISTMAS puzzle…

after Christmas.

How can I bear it? There are rules about things like this.

Deep breath. Deep breath.

Perhaps I can comfort myself by imagining that this perfect family in this perfect house in this perfect Thomas Kinkade painting…

in real life isn’t any better at putting their Christmas stuff away in January…

than I am. 

Yeah, that works.

Heh, heh.

 

 

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The Baby Sirens

Eleven days old and eyes not quite opened yet. The pictures are much more blurry than I’d like–

but we were nearly frantic to get them before Dali came and snatched the babies out of our hands. Which she is more than happy to do if they make the slightest peep.

She’s kind of a weird mom. She acts like she doesn’t trust us AT ALL.

As if we’ve ever gobbled up any of her babies before.

Sheesh.

So our quest is to hold them as much as we can without them setting off the alarm bells…

which then triggers mama, and she comes running. Seriously. One meow and it’s all over. If we don’t put it back in the box she will take it herself. It’s nuts.

Oh, yeah. We didn’t make it. Party’s over. Here comes mama.

Little nark.

 

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It’s Time

My new day planner for 2026 is a rare kind of inspiring for me–and I’m not sure why exactly. I mean…I’ve had dozens of dayplanners–right? This one looks mystical and magical and full of fairy sparkles–which, of course is a big deal and very, VERY important…

but I’m still not quite sure why I feel like something is different.

It could be this.

Let’s go.