I heard Friday Frags are back home at Mrs. 4444. Thanks to her for hosting and thanks to Unknown Mami for being such a gracious host while the Mrs. was on vacation!
I went back to my Blogger profile because Google+ was making me crazy! I thought I'd be all cool and hip and new with my Google+ profile, but the darn thing kept making my email address a "no reply". You know what I'm talking about right? When you go to reply to someone's comment and instead of their email address coming up, it's a "no-reply@blogger.com" or some such thing?
It's annoying as all get out and I found out a couple months ago that I was guilty of being a no-reply person too! So I hunted around online and figured out how to fix it, but darn Google+ put me right back to no-reply after I don't know how long. All I know is I had fixed it, and I tested it and it worked, so I thought all was well, but then someone told me in a comment a few months later that I was a no-reply again.
Hells Bells. I decided that was enough of that foolishness, so I switched back to the old Blogger profile. Now my email should show up if I comment on your blog and you go to reply to me. If not, please let me know.
The other annoying thing about Google+ is you have to search a person's profile to find what their dang blog is. If you're using a Google+ profile to comment on blogs, then HEL-LOOO, you want your blog name or link to be pretty prominent on your profile. Let's face it, people (ok, me) are lazy and don't want to search around for 10 seconds to find it.
And that's all I have to say about that.
Frag #2
So I think I mentioned that we have 7 dogs in our house.
I know. I'll just give you a minute and let that sink in.
Anyway, so one of them is this little bundle of energy and exasperation named Prince. He was named before we acquired him, so, yeah, it just stuck. I think I've shown him to you before, but here's a picture:
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| Prince, doing the Macarena |
So Prince is my hubby's little pride and joy. The apple of his eye. His beautiful perfect love, as my daughter calls him.
I know. Believe me, I know. When he comes home from work, the dog gets a kiss before I do.
Back to my story. One or more of the 7 little fiends has gotten in the habit of poo-ing and pee-ing in our foyer. Now, remember not long ago they were having their poo and pee party in our living room so we put fencing up?
Well they've decided to move the party to outside the fence. And we wanted to bust their furry little arses in action. So hubby set up a sting operation involving a camera on a motion sensor aimed at the crime scene. Whenever the camera sensed motion in the area, it would record for 1 minute and all the recordings would save on hubby's computer.
Now, let me just preface this by saying that I suggested more than once that the guilty party may just be his perfect little love, Prince. On a few occasions he did not have an alibi when the defecation occurred. But I, of course, was shushed and shut-down immediately for merely mentioning the possibilty.
I would like that on record, please.
You see where this is going?
Since the majority of the poop-cidents seemed to happen at night, we left the camera on all night for two nights in a row. Of course, the next morning, there were puddles and piles, so off hubby went to his computer to review the footage.
I had to leave for work, but later I get an email from my hubby with the subject line: Very Princeappointed. And this is the picture he sent me:
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| The poopetrater in action! |
Yup, his little pride and joy was the poopetrater. Well, he wasn't the only one, his sister (Prince's, not hubby's) was guilty too, but Prince was the worse of the two.
And now I think my blog has fallen to a new low because I just showed you a picture of my dog pooping. What's sadder is this whole little sting operation was like, the highlight of our week.
That's both sad and gross. Let's move on.
Frag #3
I'm obsessed with travel trailers and taking off in one into the wild blue yonder. A few weeks ago we went to an RV and travel trailer show here in town and now of course, I'm all spun up about A. getting one and B. living and travelling in one. And I mean, like permanently.
I don't want a big bus of a thing that's like an apartment. I just want a small, cozy little thing that me and the hubs can tool around in and live the nomad dream. Something like this:
Ok, maybe just a wee bit bigger, but you get the idea. Does anyone else have this obsession?
I'm so obsessed with it, in fact, that I made comic of a trailer so that at least my comic character can go all the places that I can't go right now. It was darn challenging to make, too! I had to put the whole thing together out of shapes, from scratch. It didn't come out to bad, if I do say so myself.
While I was at it, I made a little idyllic scene for my comic character to chill out in. Click on the little 4 arrow thingie in the lower right corner to make it bigger. Nice, eh?
Ahh, someday that will be me in that little trailer. And my dogs. And my hubby.
Yeah, you probably don't want to camp anywhere near us.
Well that's it for my Friday Frags. I hope everyone had a week as poop-ductive as mine and hope you have a great weekend too!
Ok, one last thing. The comic site I use just added animation to their site so we can make comics and throw in a little movement, which is kind of cool. I made a practice comic (it's really lame) and I just want to see if the embed feature works ok with the animation. So please indulge me while I put it here. Again, it's a little lame and I was just trying out the animation feature and I still need a lot of practice. But here it is:
Well, I see the first panel works fine, but my character looks like she's afflicted with a nervous disorder in the second panel. I guess they're still getting all the bugs out.
Anyway, thanks for reading!
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