Sunday, January 10, 2010

My House Smells Like Dog

These are the hounds. From left to right: Cosmo, Ocho, Nelson, and not on the couch, Goober. Ocho and Nelson are a lot bigger than they look in this picture because they're all curled up against the cold.

My house smells like dog. It smells like a mixture of wet dog, dirty dog, just washed dog, dog slobber, dog fart, dog toys, chewy bones, dog food, and oh-so-faintly of dog piddle. We successfully navigated potty training a long time ago but unless you strip the floors and repaint the room, you never really get the smell out.

No matter how thoroughly we clean and deodorize, that "dog smell" hangs around. Here's the thing: I LOVE the way my house smells.

Friday, January 8, 2010

The Turban


For years, I'd hoped someone would bring back the turban. It looks like it's going to be me.

I caught a friend (occasionally NSFW) of mine doing this with his scarf while we were rehearsing a show. I'm totally stealing the idea.

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Myrna Loy


For those of you who don't know who Myrna Loy is, please watch The Thin Man series. Due respect to Mr. Powell, the movies would have been nothing without her. I'm biased, of course, because Myrna Loy was my favorite type of woman. She was the type of gal that would sparkle whether you took her to an opera house or a beer hall. God bless the broad.