Sir Poops and Hair Ball: Who Wants a Cookie?

HB: Hey! Who wants a cookie besides me and my stupid brother who is hiding out in his box. He hates it when I chase him with Mumnsy's iPhone for a picture.

SPAL: Well...I don't really like getting my picture taken. But if you give me one of your cookies, I might let you.

HB: Nope. Not! They're mine. But I'll be glad to give an award today. A nice handsome and cute picture of myself to one of the greatest and most kindest bloggers out there. 

SPAL: Oh God! Not that again!

HB: Can you guess who I'm giving it to?

SPAL: ***he rolls his eyes*** All of the bloggers in the blogosphere? Right?

HB: Nope! Because not everyone is the Santa Claus of the blogosphere.

SPAL: Well maybe a picture of your stupid self might cheer him up. I did read during the A to Z Challenge that he was worried about peeps forgetting about him  and his book Casa Fire because he was slow writing the next one in his series. 

                                                                    It's on Amazon

HB: No one could be as slow as Mummsy. She's still working on Killer Stilettos and is having issues keeping on-line crit partners.

SPAL: Hope she doesn't have that problem when it's time to find beta readers.

HB: We're getting off track here, pansy. We'll discuss that on our Insecure Writer's Group post. Anyway, Mr. Alex J. Cavanaugh, I'd be glad to share at least one of my cookies and  a nice picture of myself with you.

Lots of licks and belly rubs for the rest of you!

Next week we're hoping to get an interview with Bish's spider.

Sir Poops and Hair Ball: Happy New Year!

SPAL: Hello, nice people. I know, I know. You and year are spelled wrong. I've had a little too much kibble already.

HB: Yeah. He did.

SPAL: Anyway, we wanted to thank all of you who visit, follow, and comment. We love company.

HB: Yeah. We do.

SPAL: We're hoping for another great year of belly rubs and treats.

HB: Lots of treats! Bring 'em on.

SPAL: We also hope to keep Mummsy motivated to get Killer Stilettos finished and published. 

HB: And White Trash and Pill Heads.

SPAL: And help promote all of you.

Happy New Year!

Sir Poops and Hair Ball: What’s Your Nosh Tuesday, Debra Ann Gray-Elliot

 

SPAL: Today is Tuesday! Oh my…I can’t believe it! Its time again to share another author with you and their work.

HB: Yeah. For nosh. Foodie. Treats. Cookies.

SPAL: ***he shakes his head***Nice people, he still doesn’t get that this is not for or about him. Anyway, today we have Author Debra Ann Gray-Elliot. But for some reason I couldn’t get her picture to post. Hmmm…. Apologies, nice lady.

HB: Maybe her picture is shy.

SPAL: Shy?

HB: Yeah. Shy.

SPAL: Please share with us what you like to snack on when you’re writing? And why you like it, nice lady?

DE: I snack on a candy bar and caffeine. They give me energy.

HB: How come no one never shares their candy and caffeine with me?

SPAL: Because stupid, you would never stop running around or jumping or hugging legs. That’s why.

HB: But hugs are good, pansy boy.

SPAL: But not legs.

HB: ***frowns***

SPAL: Nice lady, is your candy crunchy  or soft?

DE: Soft.

HB: ***whispers in SPAL’s ear***Not only is her picture shy, but she is, too. She’s not saying very much.

SPAL: ***glances at HB*** SH…***he looks back at Debra*** Is your candy salty or sweet?

DE: Sweet.

HB: ***elbows SPAL and whispers***She doesn’t say a whole lot. I’m telling you, she’s shy.

SPAL: ***rolls his eyes at HB and then looks back at Debra*** Does candy get your creative juices flowing?

DE: Sometimes.

HB:***shrugs and whispers again***She doesn’t say much does she?

SPAL: ***puts his paw over HB’s mouth and pastes on a smile*** Nice lady, do you have any fur or feathered-peeps you like to share your nosh with?

 DE:Yes.

SPAL: Oh no! I can’t get the picture of your little fur peep and kitty up, either. All I get is an x in a box.

HB: They must be shy, too. Pets are a lot like their owners, you know. That’s what the experts say anyway.

SPAL: ***shoos at HB*** Nice lady, do they help you write like we help our Mummsy write? She says we’re her muses.

DE: Yes they do!

HB: Is that all she’s gonna say? Where’s the nosh? Where are the works of verbal art?

SPAL:***squints his eyes at HB and whispers***That is just being rude.

HB: ***shoulders slump****

SPAL: This nice lady’s written words can be found at http://www.highheelshotflashes.blogspot.com/ Apologies, nice lady. My brother is stupid sometimes.

DE: No problem.

HB: You’re a pansy. ***he sticks out his tongue***

SPAL: Anyway, nice people, Mummsy’s working a 9 to 4 shift today. So we’ll be around later. That’s why we posted this early. She hides the password. She even hides the car keys from Hair Ball.

Lots of licks,

Sir Poops and Hair Ball