the Bucky Four-Eyes Cotillion

Wednesday, June 15, 2005


Even Snickers has a hard time keepin' up with his hectic life in today's fast-paced society. He's not too proud to use a Post-It.

17 of you felt the overwhelming need to say somethin':

Blogger Squirl said...

Poor Snickers. Are you getting in some last minute tortures before you go away for the weekend?

8:48 PM, June 15, 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

what is he trying to remember?

9:32 PM, June 15, 2005  
Blogger Katy Barzedor said...

Squirl - heh, actually, I took that on my birthday. His clowniness, my present.

Danielle - you know, I'd have to write myself a post-it note to remember that...

9:56 PM, June 15, 2005  
Blogger Susie said...

Post-it Nose
That is too cute. Good boy.

11:37 PM, June 15, 2005  
Blogger Candy said...

Poor snickers and his fast paced hectic life style. Hope he can remember to take time out to dig holes and harrass the wildlife.

3:54 AM, June 16, 2005  
Blogger Katy Barzedor said...

Susie - a REAL good boy wouldn't have made his mom pick up poop in the music room before she went to work this morning.

Jess - I worry about him, he just doesn't have enough fun. heh heh, yeah, tell that to the rabbits who are afraid to come in our yard now.

8:14 AM, June 16, 2005  
Blogger LadyBug said...

10 bucks says his Post-It reminds him to STAY THE HELL OUT OF MOM'S WAY 'til she gets over the sadistic addiction.

10:43 AM, June 16, 2005  
Blogger Squirl said...

Ladybug, does staying out of mom's way include taking a dump in the music room?

1:33 PM, June 16, 2005  
Blogger LadyBug said...

No, Squirl, I'm guessing the Post-It note reminder was in response to Mom's REACTION to the music room dump.

2:12 PM, June 16, 2005  
Blogger eclectic said...

Must. not. poop. in. the. living. room. How can I remember that?

I can't tie a string around my finger, don't have fingers anyway....hmmmm.....oh, right! Post-it on the nose!! Uh-oh -- can't read. Better go poop in the living room while I think about what to remember.

4:08 PM, June 16, 2005  
Blogger Candy said...

Its a note to remind mom to make with the haunted house stories before Jessica gets all up in her grill.

5:06 PM, June 16, 2005  
Blogger SWSNBN said...

No new Bucky today?
Did you finally kill someone for asking if you had a cigarette?

Just kidding, hope there's something new soon. =}

8:28 PM, June 16, 2005  
Blogger Maven said...

I think I'm going to blame one of my blog posts today on Sir Snickers:) As I don't have a dog of my own...

9:50 PM, June 16, 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

You could come into Buffalo Tobacco Traders around the corner and up the street from squirl. The man who owns all ellis lots in G.R., prefers to chew the end of Dunhill instead of smoke them. Chew this I say...

BTW...a little bird told me of this blog and naturally, I was enlightened just as I was when the bird told me about your first website. Maybe someday the bird will introduce us but outside of the cigar a tree.

Bucky Beaver, signing out. Hey, we have something in common. I may be that name in the future since it has stuck with me since elementary and has somehow carried over into womanhood or I have a Secret Name that may just pop up. Decisions, decisions.

1:15 AM, June 17, 2005  
Blogger Joseph said...

Where's Bucky? It's friday...hello?

1:03 PM, June 17, 2005  
Blogger eclectic said...

I'm with Greenie... O, Bucky -- where art thou?

2:28 PM, June 17, 2005  
Blogger Torrie said...

Um, HELLO? We need some entertainment over here!

3:26 PM, June 17, 2005  

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