It's the story of Carl. Carl actually belongs to Holly at Anglophile Football Fanatic (dotcom), but he is going on a whirlwind trip around blogland.
First he stopped at the home of Blue Momma, where he went swimming with Punkin.
He lounged around in Blue's car for awhile before flying 'cross country, where he finally landed on MY planet.
The thing about Carl, though, is that he has a bit of a problem.
He arrived here last week, half in the bag:
And before long, I found him snuggling up to the Kahlua bottle:
Binge drinking never ends well:
I felt bad for the poor guy, but I was NOT going to be responsible for his bad behavior. So I sobered him up with a lot of hot coffee:
And shipped him off to rehab -- where he met a lot of interesting
... a Hollywood wannabe (a little plastic, if you ask ME) with stars in her eyes and a penchant for silver jewelry.
Anyway, Carl was hooked. He couldn't take his eyes off Fifi and soon was shacking up with the ... ahem ... young lady.
This particular rehab place had an interesting way of treating their patients. It totally involved an infusion of antioxidants ... whipped to a frenzy in the blender of loooooooove.
Now, seriously, I think Fifi is really not appropriate company for our recovering Carl, so to get him away from this baaaaaaad influence, I am shipping him off to see Vdog.
There is a rumor that she is taking him to BlogHer next weekend.
I hope he doesn't get into trouble there.
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Next week, I promise better photos -- Roo-girl's birthday dinner, possibly some photos of her debut as a high school cheerleader and whatever else is interesting this week.
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