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Congrats. A post a day is something I can’t manage all the time, even with the Emergency Blogging System, guest-bloggers, and WordPress’ ability to postdate a post.

You’re a better man than me Stoaty. Pupster “the blog” takes a waaaaaay back seat to rest of Pupster “the stuff I gotta do”.

I ‘preciate the effort, sweasle.com is a daily comfort read for me.

Awwww, shucks, Pups. It’s amazing what you can do when you’re a childless slacker.

Crappy Valentine’s Day!

I love the finger on the weasel. It’s SO cute.

Dang, Brandon – quit using my computer! That was me not husbnad of me.

Crappy Valentine’s Day!

My old mother used to say, “ain’t nothin’ cuter’n a finger on a weasel.”

Oh, yeah, it’s Valentine’s Day. That’ll explain why the only mail I got today were bank statements. Oh, and a ten litre sack of vermiculite. Somebody (with a shitload of vermiculite on their hands) loves me…no, wait, I bought that off eBay.

Dude, I would totally send you some vermiculite. Just not in those pussy “litre” things. You’ll take your vermiculite by the peck ’round these parts.

[Note 1 US peck = 8.809768 litres]

What do you use vermiculite for?

Hey, Gibby! I got a bank statement today, too.

Do you suppose that means something?

I don’t like the way the weasel is looking at that cherub. He looks calculating and hungry.

BTW: Happy Blogiversary! Your blog is absolutely awesome. Indeed, from you it is that I have learned about posting posts for posting at a later date.

In any case, your blog (and its comments) is part of what keeps me amused and sane.

Ahh..crap. Today is Valentine’s Day? What happened to the 13th? This is the second time in the past two weeks that I have lost a day.
Grrr….

Dude, I would totally send you some vermiculite. Just not in those pussy “litre” things. You’ll take your vermiculite by the peck ’round these parts.

Sounds good to me. Peck sounds like a trifling amount though. If somebody said I’m going to take a peck of whisky, you’d visualise it being like a nip or something, not 8.8 litres, i.e. suicide.

What do you use vermiculite for?

Gardening; added to the soil it retains moisture, helps drainage and sparkles in the sun like gold!

Hey, Gibby! I got a bank statement today, too.

Do you suppose that means something?

Do you know what? I think it does. What exactly, I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure it means something.

Oh yes. Happy Weaseversary, Weasel!

<thinks about being responsible for Muslihoon’s sanity and shudders quietly>

😛 I suppose “sanity” is relative though.

Let us do Chinese!

When I wrote “我不能看中文”, what I meant to write was “我不能读中文”, but in reality I should have written “我不能懂皆中文字”. (Please note these characters are Chinese simplified, not Chinese traditional.)

The heart that blogs is forever young. Congrats, babyface. 🙂

Was doing a crossword puzzle yesterday and the clue was “Weasel in Winter.” The answer was “ermine.”

So. Shouldn’t we be calling you Ermine until spring?

Just askin.

PS. Happy Valentine’s Day! My Wonderful Guy sent me a Vermont Teddy Bear. So cute. Even the box it comes in is cute with funny stuff printed on the inside and out. Reminds me of some of the stuff S. Weasel/Ermine writes.

Big bonus of using weasels: fur covers naughty bits

I’m a great fan of Michelangelo, but he gave Adam insultingly inadequate naughty bits. I realize those parts lack a certain ‘fluffy bunny’ quality, but you’d never father a whole species with what he got.

The artwork is wonnerful, Weaz. As always!

And…happy Valentines day!

It’s the first image I launched the place with, so it was a lazy choice.

And Uncle B gave me chocolate AND flowers, so I am a bless’d mustelid. Sadly, I have packed anything even vaguely resembling a vase, so I’m having to wing it.

Way to go, Weasel!

Happy silly made-up holiday! Last year, the boy and I went to Fry’s Electronics Store. This year, he is in class (for his MBA) and I am playing computer games. It’s true love!

It’s always fun calling ‘”Roadislan'” to ask where The Flowers have got to.

The Weasel’s right – they all sound like Mafia dons.

‘Ya Wat? Da Flars? Dey dont get dere? Hang on a mo’ I’ll just call da guy an’ ask…’

Damn lucky for The Weasel that I ain’t gone off it. For another fifty bucks I reckon he’d have sent ‘da guy’ round to deliver the ‘Extreme Prejudice’ mixed bouquet.

Lillies optional.

“Da guy” was a rather sweet but confused young man who was clearly COMPLETELY lost. I hope he got to Walgreens. I tried.

Congratulations, Weasel.

What can I say? You da man, er chick, uh, um…….you rock!
Want a beer?

Happy one-year anniversary!

Stoaty, yours is the BEST weasel blog on the planet! Really, you’ve made several of my days for the past year.

More coonbone!