Nobody likes me...

So, Hopkins had his first visit to the Whitefish Animal Hospital last Monday - accompanied by his sisters and brother of the feline variety. Aside from all the cats being fat - I'm sorry, overweight - all was well amongst the Moseley pets. Hopkins received his first doses of dewormer, and THANK GOD we decided to go for that. There is nothing quite so disgusting and tragic as watching your poor dog try to squeeze a mass of four-inch-long wriggling rubberbands out his ass. Sorry for the imagery, but if I had to go through it, you might as well ride along with me.

In other news, Miss Buttercup has arthritis and Chicken needs a few teeth pulled. Ah, the bliss of having 'senior' pets.

Oh, and... stairs!

Finger lickin' goodness!

Krishna and Sobita cooked dinner last Saturday night. We were all bummed that Parsu couldn't make it - but dinner turned out fabulous!

The fabulous chefs.

It's the first time that I can boast a six-course meal for nine people and we only had to wash two items of silverware: one knife and one fork.

Aww, aren't they cute?

And then we were seven

Meet Mr. Harry Hopkins.

A dog after my own heart

After a frantic search for a temporarily missing puppy, this is where we found Mr. Hopkins. Sound asleep. And snoring.

Bush, you're fired.

Is it January 20th yet?

Snow!

Turkey Coma

So, we went to Costco before Thanksgiving. And we could buy a 20lb. turkey for $.89/lb. Or we could buy a 12lb. turkey for $2.83/lb. So we bought the 20lb. turkey. It was really big.

Quantum of Solace

We foisted Erin off on the unsuspecting mother of one of her friends and Scott took me on - gasp! - a date. Which involved arriving just in time for the first showing of the new 007 and having to sit in the third row from the screen like a couple of junior high kids (Scott's neck is still sore, poor baby). I would recommend it, if only because Bond is ... very ... mmm. Bond.

Folklore galore...

We drove to Spokane last weekend so that I could attend a conference that I decided at the last minute not to attend. But, in the free paper from the Davenport in the morning, we learned about the Spokane Folklore Society's Fall Folk Festival at Spokane Community College. And we decided to go to that instead. We got to see the bagpipers, the highland dancers, the taiko drummers, the bellydancers, and these cute Thai kids. Then we went to Marrakesh and sat on the floor and ate with our fingers. A fine day was had by all.

Kiss a Wookiee!

Um, for Grandpa Will, new words to the Star Wars theme. And Indiana Jones (and Jaws and E.T. and Jurassic Park and Superman). About Star Wars? I'm a little confused, but very impressed.

"Star Wars, beautiful Star Wars..."

Congratulations, President Obama!

I just drank an entire bottle of wine. Me. I don't drink. And it was called (ah, how apropos) Holy Cow.

Holy Cow.

I think Nate Silver, of fivethirtyeight.com, said it best:

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VOTE VOTE VOTE VOTE VOTE VOTE VOTE

Today’s a very exciting day! I need you to do a few things for me: grab your car keys and your photo ID. Put on some mitties and your jacket (it’s cold out today!) and ask yourself the following questions:

Have I voted already?

If you already voted, good for you! Take off your jacket and your mitties and have a cup of tea and some peanut butter toast. Take yourself out to dinner tonight to celebrate fulfillment of your civic duty. Have a glass of wine for me.

Am I even registered?

Call the Flathead County Election Department (758-5535) to find out. They can also tell you where your polling place is. If you’re not registered, get your butt to the County Courthouse (the old looking one in the middle of the triangle, not the jail or the blue building) in Kalispell! You can register and vote all in the same location, on the same day.

Do I have an absentee ballot?

If you received an absentee ballot but haven’t returned it yet, you must turn it in by hand at your polling location by 8:00 p.m. tonight. Do not mail it!

Do I know where to vote?

If you are unsure of where to vote, please call the Flathead County Election Department (758-5535) or visit Obama’s polling location site and find out. Then go vote. If you can’t get to your polling place, please call me! I will pick you up and drive you there. The polls are open until 8:00 p.m. tonight.

You call her Doctor Jones, doll!

Erin was Indiana Jones for Halloween this year, and I found myself acting just like my father - "You like this costume, it's perfect, it's cute, I would wear it" - while Erin squirmed and wished she was a vampire. But it was perfect, and cute, and maybe next year I'll be Indiana Jones.

Chicken the Antisocial

Movin' to the country...

...gonna can a lot o' peaches! The Apple Barrel had peaches and pears for 50 cents/lb the other day, and we couldn't resist. So Erin went to a friend's house and Scott and I spent the entire weekend canning. It was the best date ever.