They will stay for one week in my crib, so maybe we can’t hop around in blogville as common and as you all deserved it, but it’s important to spend time with mygrandpeeps
and here is my TREAT-HUNT:
btw: Mom said it’s nearly a blasphemy, that I killed the easter lamb while the church bells were ringing. I think it was just bad timing. Oh and btw: not even two minutes, Beat that, Mollie hahahaha
if you have problems to see the video, here is a picture gallery:
…anyone for lamb chops ?
Mom was in her beloved junk-store today and look what I’ve got:
it’s an easy prey for Easy, so I called it: MORIBUGUS, from moribundus because it’s a goner…Wanna bet?
While she blocked the road with the Elephant Skater and tried to drive the people crazy, I was as busy as an acaudal beaver at dam building.
I colored the easter eggs.
First I had to read the instruction…
bla bla bla who cares…
Then I threw some eggs (10) in a cooking pot and pushed the start button of the oven thingy for full speed ahead…butt anyway the eggs needed 8 minutes as always…
This time I tried a brandnew egg coloration thingy: you only have to wipe the eggs with a color-cloth while wearing gloves on your paws. And viola, it was done before you could say Jack Robinson… butt the mess is the same…
therefore the result is pitiful, but it fits to all other DIY-projects we’ve done…
While I wrote my blog my dad was in the kitchen and I only found 3 of the 10 eggs I colored…
I’m afraid the 7 eggs have the same result as the U-NO-POO they had in Harry Potter…butt every guy is the (F)artisan of his own future, right?
And with the red stuff he eats in bucketfuls we can brace ourselves for a funny night…
WORDY WORTHY -WEDNESDAY
Me, Sir Easy Rider by the grace of King Henry from kitty-corner over the channel made a decision:
my dad gets promoted from humanoid kite to humanoid dog basket.
that’s a great honor and I hope he will prove he is worthy…
ewwwww…. mom, the doggy basket reviles me!…
… and meseems it eats MY treats!
… no wonder, it was a freebie, and still there as I entered that crib….think I better downgrade him to humanoid fireplug…
HAVE A WORTHY WEDNESDAY ALL
“There is a glaring FEE in FrEEbie that most of the people, more often than not, fail to see.”
Last week Fozziemum wrote about a french chef who lives in Oz and between Bisque de Homard, Cidre and 1000 years old castles, I’ve got the idea to visit one. A 1000 years old castle, not the chef… or the cidre..
We started on moanday in the morning, but sadly my mom had a me-graine. That means instead of the common straw she has the whole grains in her head, therefore it is called me-graine(s). That hurts, of course and if you shake her, the grains clatter around in her head. Therefore she wasn’t able to run and to jump with me because of the rattling noise…
So I jumped and ran with my dad through: JOSSELIN (breton: JOSILIN)
It’s a medieval city and there you really feel the spirit of knights and damsels, tournaments and chivalry. On the river Aust they have an ole castle, built by Guéthénoc, vicomté of Porhoët in 1008 and till today it is the crib of Josselin Charles Louis Jean Marie de Rohan-Chabot, 14th Duke of Rohan. Great name huh? But he sadly wasn’t at home, so we had to buzz off without Bisque de Homard and Cidre…btw: do you mean that castle on a river, Bev?
Josselin is a place what was very popular at british expats and so they have british book stores there, tea rooms and the stores are well-equipped with HP-Sauce, Fish&Chips, Cadbury and other needful things. Sadly because of new useless laws, made by EU and the greed of the french government, many expats went back to UK and since they were gone it goes downhill with many places like that ole city, thanks, Mr. EU…. Like Mr. Einstein said: “Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I’m not sure about the the universe.” Butt back to my trip. We took some photos and I added a song by a breton singer named Nolwen Leroy. She sings in breton, what’s much better to learn than french, because Brezhoneg is the language of british expats and refugees and very close to welsh and cornish language. It only takes no advantage to you, because today it’s no longer common to speak breton. Butt enough of the gab, I hope you have time to walk with me through Josselin, that would be cool:
HAVE A GREAT TUESDAY ALL
and if you want to see more places of the world, you can try to make a wild guess at Sammy’s Tuesday Teaser today :o)