Pretty colors (not Charlie)

Today's post features Boss Fail and Syd in their delicious candy-colored shirts. Mmm... They have a funny mental connection when it comes to these lavender and raspberry shades—somehow they are always wearing them together. I have a photo from today and one from the spring, but it happens more often than I've captured. They're busy people, I can't get them to stand still very often!

For the Critics

From time to time some of you have commented that I'm too hard on Charlie. Behold Exhibit A below, a classic example of why I'm not too fussed:

He has left less than 1' between cars, just a few inches between mirrors. Don't ask if this was by mistake, I watched him do it. Definitely deliberate. I will have to hop in the passenger side to get my car out.

I think I see some Power Puff Girls in his future...

Still behind...

... but I'm catching up.

Some shots of my lovely peeps from last Friday. Everyone received the Stripes Memo loud and clear!

Catch up Thursday

I feel terrible that it's been almost a month since my last post!! I've taken photos here and there, but just haven't had time to share, it's been that busy.

Yesterday was a red letter day, Charlie wore a navy blue shirt that was a great color for him AND was free of wrinkles. Applause!


Next we have Boss Fail in his cave, plotting our daily destruction as usual. "How shall the Thumbs of Oppression crush them today?"


One day Charlie and I took liberties with Rich's precious scooter: my contribution, handlebar streamers; Charlie's, Hello Kitty stickers. We giggled like little schoolgirls. By a mad coincidence, Richard came out to the parking lot JUST as we were finishing up. Apparently he had a weird feeling about his bike and came out to check on it... how odd is THAT? Needless to say, Rich was NOT impressed. He pouted all afternoon. And, he blamed me more than Charlie which was completely unfair.





One Friday we went down to our favorite taco place at Santana Row, saw these great tropical flowers. If I remember correctly, Charlie's shirt was not great but not heinous that day, so it's ok that he wasn't feeling cooperative.


That day I was loving my new belt from Anthro. Again, showing Charlie how gray can be worn well.


And finally, here is your parting gift: Charlie Plinkles. And yes this IS the man who claims to iron his shirt every morning.

Thursday Mashup

First let's get Charlie's shirt out of the way: good color for once but covered in the inevitable wrinkles. He claims he ironed it this morning right before putting it on, and he's essentially a truthful person. Several theories:
- The iron was not turned on
- The iron was on, but at the wrong setting
- He's just not a very good ironer, and ironed those wrinkles in.

We enjoyed asiago fresca with crackers and jam for lunch. Charlie's pound of jam per bite is a revelation, we all agree his willowy figure is a freak of nature considering his calorie intake (his lunch also included a chicken pot pie plus some crazy cream sauce with token bits of pasta floating around). Note Charlie's HUGE paw—it got that big from a lifetime of lifting great gobs of food to that gaping maw!

Syd found this BEAUTIFUL magnolia stamen in the parking lot. It's the most amazing collection of colors and textures—velvety felt to brittle scratchy to soft fur, so delicious.

And last but not least: Boss Fail sports a vanity plate!

"Stop it you're hurting me"

The pained look on his face is priceless. Yes Charlie, your colors hurt me, too.

"Don't blog me bro!"

Boss Fail is featuring an au naturel 'do today, missing his usual dollop of grooming goop. He has nice highlights and his bangs were doing this neat side-feathered thing, but he wouldn't let me share it. He's just back after a week's vacation, so you'd think he'd be more relaxed and cooperative. But no.