Saturday, April 05, 2008


Could be missing in action, more likely MOVING in Action. Lots of boxes have appeared this week, and things seem to be progressing toward our impending move to Portland. Mom talks about it non-stop and how much I'm going to love it, and I'm actually pretty excited too. So far I think it's all of the activity around here that's doing it, and of course all of those boxes. The kitties seem to like the boxes too - although they mostly jump inside them and then jump back out again.

But something new this week a-bakes. LIVER COOKIES!!!!! This is the dough on the cookie sheet, ready to bake.

And here they are - cooking into perfect little bites of livery goodness.

This is what they look like once cooked.

And this is the bowl that the batter was made in. Who wants to lick the bowl!!!!


That was tasty, but now the humans wanted to get something to eat. So instead of the usual spots, dad wanted to try somewhere different. So we loaded into the Bogie-mobile, and went to Il Capriccio Wood Fired Pizza in Hollywood.

Argh, here we go again. The service at restaurants here in LA can be soooo bad. Notice dad peering inside (there were no other customers when we arrived nor the entire time we were dining) looking for our waitress. And see the carefully-cultivated look of disdain on my Aire-face at her sub-standard service.

So, to amuse ourselves while we waited for ANYTHING to arrive, we were looking directly across the street at the local Ford dealership. Well looky looky here. Somebody can't spell - The F-150, American's #1 Turck! - and of course the ever-popular Fusion, Electricfying New Ride. Mama LOVES things like this, when someone goes to the trouble of having posters made with blatant misspellings. Makes her giggle. And I like it when she giggles!



To Aire is Divine


Maggie & Mitch said...

OMG, those liver cookies look yummy!
Did you ever get your pizza? How was it, Bogie?!

Love ya lots
Maggie and Mitch

Stanley said...


What is the recipe for your liver cookies? We WANT it to add to the GooberStan culinary repertoire.

LOVE the look of disdain. I too have cultivated such a look, but only for those who truly deserve it. Did you leave your waitress an extra present under the table?

Goober love,

Pee Ess
Glad your mama is giggling amongst all the moving stuff!