Mr. Mystery

From my recent trip to Minnesota I was allowed to go to Games by James in the Mall of America with Rach and Molly. There I purchased another mystery puzzle in utter glee and abandonment of how I really am trying actively to become an 82 year old woman.

This one is easier to put together than the previous one because it is actually in color. The other one I bought was Alfred Hitchcock and it was black and white. It took forever.

So the puzzle has overtaken my kitchen table and I've spent hours separating and piling.

Look what I found this evening on my table.


It was a new Mr. Bandito crime detective! He wanted to look over the murder scene and figure out the answer to the puzzle! (The puzzle has no picture and you read a 'murder' and then put it together to find out who the killer is and why you think that).



Somehow he had not knocked over my piles of blue with black edging in it, blue with jewelry, etc. It seemed that he was just thinking about putting the puzzle together himself. Which was kind as I was about ready to go to the office for internet and writing night with Nikki.


It was when he sensed that I wanted him to move that he laid down and tried to blend into the puzzle. This might have worked with the B&W one Mr. Bandito, but you can't pull that over on me tonight.

He is still Mr. Mystery and I know just to spite me he got back up on that table the second I left the house.

I know I would have.

Cats are pretty much made of awesome.

Ceasing Ramble.

A Kitty Love Story...

I came home from Minnesota and Bandito followed me around the apartment meowing and merr-ing as talkative as a four-year old asking you questions repeatedly.

I crawled into bed still feeling my Iowa hangover and generally still sick and crappy for the fifth day in the row.

I then saw that Bandit was cuddling up to his twin.



I could barely tell them apart. I knew one was a shoe and one was a cat, but which?!

And then Mr. Bandito started to get into protective mode over his new girlfriend Ms. Sole Kitty.



He was ALL over her and then he attacked me.



Well... actually he didn't he just continued being really cute and cuddling up to Ms. Sole Kitty.


I hope she doesn't break his heart.

Ceasing Ramble.

Pirates at the Ballpark

I found a picture on my phone when I was recently going through it and this one made me giggle.



A whole lot.




There are pirates at Kauffman Stadium!


Yes, I know what you're thinking that he merely is bringing in a high-powered... well monocular, is all I can think. I did think maybe it was a scope to some ridiculously large gun and I wouldn't be surprised if he has one of them, but it just made Daniel and I laugh so much.


All we could do is go Arrrrrr! Arrr! Arrr? Arrr! repeatedly.


The joke was a little bit on us because I think this was the day that Jose Guillen decided to talk back to a fan that was yelling at him.


The pirate saw it all.


If we were the Pirates I would dress up EVERY ballgame.


While this man would fit right in.

This ramble be ceasing me mateys!