The Berry Patch

*While putting away our groceries last Wednesday we were at our usual stations, Mr. Huckleberry got the fridge and I had the honor of wrestling dry goods into the cabinet. Although now that doesn’t really seem like such a bad gig.

Mr. H had literally just finished commenting that we had until the 4th of July to use one of those refrigerated cans of biscuit dough when said dough exploded (by it’s own free will), blasting a yeasty chunk o’ buns straight at Mr. H’s dome, which was conveniently located a mere eight inches away. He nearly lost an eye.

The cannon

Path of destruction…

Dough ball

Shrapnel

After recovering from the shock we both nearly died from laughing. The blast was so loud and completely unprompted, unless the can had ears and was offended at the thought of being consumed in a relatively short period of time. It was weird. And obviously I was like IGOTTAGETMYCAMERA

* Excuse my kitchen. Sadly it’s just as ugly in person, if not more.

Mr. Huckleberry & I were out and about one day when we came across this mailbox. As I was taking the picture I realized the home owners were sitting on the couch in their front living room, so I waved. They waved back.

* I’m working on my Mackinac pictures, but it’s going to take me a few days…

Mr. Huckleberry & I went on a little vacation to Mackinac Island this weekend, for his aunt’s wedding. Just before we left on the last day he popped the question!!

It was very, very sweet. He was even a little nervous and got down on one knee- as best as he could considering how rocky the beaches are on the island. I can’t wait to go back, we’ll always have our special spot now. Even before he proposed I was already having a fantastic weekend.

I’ll post more details later this week. I’m working on unpacking, grocery shopping, and just recovering in general. Plus I have a ton of pictures to get ready to upload- I think I’m going to have to suck it up and pay for the Flickr upgrade.

We didn’t get any of our three cats declawed because I couldn’t handle the thought of what that actually means… And as great as it makes me feel that I didn’t sacrifice his toes for our furniture, he is really starting to piss me off. He seriously scratches everything, which I expect him to, he is a cat after all. But if you so much as inhale loud enough for Miso or Skunk to hear they are about to get hollered at, they’re off like cockroaches scurrying from the light. Maui on the other hand, is deaf. (Not really, just mentally.)

Enter: Soft Claws. But don’t buy them from Petsmart, they’re like a fabillion dollars there. Instead, go here or here. They are available for doggies too.

I think he actually feels prettier when he has them on. He acts like it!

I don’t know how dog nails work, but cats shed layers of their nails as they grow too long. Depending where they are in their shedding cycle, the caps sometimes come off prematurely but (if I remember correctly) last time we used these they lasted, on average, up to two weeks. I’ll have to come back to that after he’s worn these for a bit, just to confirm. Even though he’s a stinker to the nth degree, he is really mellow. Which means he licks his feet for second or two after the caps go on and then he forgets they’re there. I’m guessing some cats may not react the same way.

Anyway, they work great for our house. My furniture loves Soft Claws.

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What total bull$hit.

So….. I found a ring that I love almost as much as Mr. H and it is absolutely nothing like the skidster. Keeping up with my newfound hobby of leaving my camera at home when I need it most, I did it again last night, therefore I have no picture. How could I be so stupid!?!?

I’m working on getting in touch with Marie from Fredrick Jewelers to see if she can email me a picture & to find out how long it would take to get in yellow gold. I was hoping by some miracle they would have it in as soon as tomorrow & I could go back down just to pet it some more.

The first sales guy we spoke to was ANNOYING & A STALKER so we were really put-off. Just as we were about to leave Marie came running over at top speed to see if she could show us just one more thing. It got us to stick around and I eventually came across this new one I love so much. Plus she was WAY better to deal with than the greasy dude we first picked up.

Once the white/yellow gold choice is made I get to hurry up and wait (oh joy! my favorite!) because Mr. H said he was planning on going back down by himself to pick it up. A little element of surprise I suppose… which is nice. I’d like to be surprised by the timing since actually getting engaged has been discussed to death. No 100% surprise proposals around here, just 25% surprise. But it will be a great surprise.

It’s that time- finally! On Thursday Mr. H & I are going ring shopping for what will hopefully be the last time. I can’t remember if I’ve ever written about it (oh my) but we’ve poked around a few jewelry stores but nothing has really caught my eye. After doing a bit of research and making a few dozen calls/faxes I think I finally found a jeweler that has what I’m looking for or at least something similar. And yes, I really did send out faxes. HAVE YOU SEEN THIS RING??

They’re all the way down in Bloomfield Hills but it will be worth the ride; they are supposed to have some pieces I will be interested in in yellow gold- which I prefer. I know white gold is all the rage these days but anything other than yellow gold makes me look like the walking dead. Most of the places we’ve been to only have big, gaudy hunks of freaky-fancyness in gold and a gazillion gorgeous rings in white gold or platinum, so I’m extra excited to potentially have more to choose from. I’ll report back with any news!

I finally convinced Mr. H it was time to do something about our turtles. We were down to just three and the two remaining soft shells were starting to look thin. He suggested we let them go in our pond and really I don’t know why we didn’t do it much sooner. Of course they’ll be much, much happier there.

They were a bit timid at first…

but eventually caught on. Hopefully we’ll see them in the pond from time to time and can watch them grow over the years.

I haven’t felt like posting much at all lately, which has been obvious I’m sure. But I have been doing a lot of knitting and Mr. H and I have been working around the house, so I have pictures to come. But in the meantime:

I’ve finished it once already which seems to be a trend. The toe was way too pointy and the foot was a bit too short, neither of which are hard to fix, they just take time. Plus now I’ve cast on for a toe-up sock (which is a gift and therefore shall remain unpictured) and have experience knitting a rounder toe so I’ll be modifying this pattern accordingly.

By the way- I do not have a freakishly long foot. When I try it on the circumference of my foot really changes the length! Anyway, right now it looks like a sock for Sideshow Bob.

Found in the backyard… I never got to dissect these things in science class, somehow I missed the pellets and the frog.



This was the only pellet with anything substantial.



Awesome:



I tossed it back in the yard after my picture. I most certainly do not need to display a small rodent skull anywhere in my house, I have enough stuff thankyouverymuch. There were a bunch of pellets, I only chose three to look at and now I never have to do it again, at least until we have kids.