I Don’t Know About You, But I’m Feeling a Bit Taffy Now


The back story: We shucked the first fresh Long Island – picked corn on the cob last weekend for our first true BBQ of the season, and Taffy took the time to haul, one by one, the husks of our freshly-picked corns on the cobs to his favorite spot in the backyard just so he could…


…dive into the joyousness of the moment.

Oh my DoG, I love that cat. And he wants me to tell you this:


It’s not all glamour being a Really Real Housewife of Long Island. Vivian’s whine about the burdens of HEROIC book-making in 90 degrees of Long Island swelter will follow. Stay tuned.

I will be back here later today with the whole story.

7 Comments, RSS

  1. Monica June 12, 2015 @ 7:32 am

    I know you are going to tell us you’re meeting another deadline for the DGB, so you have to concentrate on it. Got that. Enjoy.

    We’ll read again last weeks entry. It probably took more time than most entries and you can’t do THAT every week.
    Whatever you share is appreciated by those of us who wait for it.
    OR, two weeks ago when you wrote about crossing the street! Another gem.

    • Vivian June 12, 2015 @ 9:28 am

      I always use Taffy as a stalling tactic — I WILL be here later today with the whole story! Stay tuned!

  2. Patricia June 12, 2015 @ 9:08 am

    You’re reading and correcting proofs. Hopefully the DGB will be available soon? Looks like me Taffy has the easier job right now…

    • Vivian June 12, 2015 @ 9:30 am

      I wish I were reading proofs…but oh no, my dear, I have to make my books by hand. Full story at 12 (or before).

    • Vivian June 12, 2015 @ 2:36 pm

      Ah, Taffy. When it comes to this blog, when in doubt go to Taffy.

  3. Megan June 12, 2015 @ 6:11 pm

    Oh don’t you just love Taffy. He is so gorgeous and yet weird at the same time, “what are you doing Taff?” Cats they are strange but lovely. Ours, who complained for 6 months about no grass, has now gone insane with the laying of the new turf. He looks at the turf but can’t bring himself to walk on it… then finally boings around trying to walk on it but not touch it then he lies down on it and starts to lift it all up to look at the ground underneath. A little weirdo but my little weirdo, fits in beautifully around here.

  4. jeanie June 13, 2015 @ 3:07 pm

    Loving happy Taffy, the thought of local corn-on-the-cob and the fact that you’re coming into the home stretch on the DGB! Another Pinot Gris please!

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