Look, the Zadge hasn’t had time to blog at you because her life has been filled up.
With dog hair:
And with finishing her ill-conceived project of painting the stairs black, which now have as much dog hair on them as the Zadge’s fleece:
- Ize sorrie momma, i need to luze some hair before it gets hotz.
And with a visit from this cutie-patootie Baby Hazz, who kept calling Harry “Henry” and Bugs “Buzz”, which the Hazz and the Zadge kept joking were the dogs’ “blog names”:
And then the doozy hit – the Zadge’s old friend and Partier Extraordinaire, The Kaiser, flew into town for the weekend. This meant lots of laughs, and food, and booze. Babe the Builder joined in on the festivities on Friday night:
Doesn’t it look like Babe is reading from a teleprompter in front of her?
Let’s just say that so much fun was had Friday night that the Zadge and the Kaiser were forced to resort to a huge breakfast and Bloody Marys the next morning in order to feel human again:
But they did manage to sweat out the eggs and the booze with a great, if muddy, hike in the still-snow covered (arghh!) mountains:
Which then necessitated some post-hike brewskies:
Which then necessitated a post Bloody-Hike-Beer nap before hitting the town and starting all over again:
By the way, the Zadge and the Sista both have that scarf. Twelve bucks at Tar-jay.
Then the Kaiser got a front row seat to see a true Rock Goddess play:
Maybe that’s what prompted him to say, “Oh my god, we need more wine” as he ran into the Zadge’s kitchen frantically pulling a bottle out of the wine rack.
Which led the duo to drink more and stay up really late while the Zadge forced the Kaiser to watch old videos of Keith Richards and the Stones.
Which led the duo to once again have to order some Bloody Marys the next morning:
So basically, the Zadge’s life has been filled with dog hair and Bloody Marys and that’s why you haven’t heard from her in awhile.