Hmphhhhhh....My glorious 3 day weekend is coming to a close. Booooo. So much was able to be accomplished: event for BRINK, writing for BRINK, sheets; curtains, rugs washed; did grocery shopping for fresh deliciousness; got 3 presents away from completing Christmas shopping anddd everything is wrapped(I am my mother circa 1990); went for a run with the weird in my hair; caught up on Dexter--2 episodes, I know-Worst.Fan.Ever. award right here---I even had time to fit in an allergy attack but it didn't upset me too much because when it happened I still had two whole days left to enjoy.
While at the store I snagged two bones for the girls. Pepper of course obliged and spoke on command, shook my hand as asked, and sat patiently while I kept Roni from spinning 27 times in anticipation. Pep ran off with a gleam in her eye to devour hers while Roni, not able to lift her bone(I NEED to create a bag of dog bones for those housing fur creatures of different size-note to self-1 item added to to-do list---seriously, people, someone--wait for it--throw me a bone here :) I crack myself up), scooted across the kitchen floor nudging it along with her to the mat so she could lay her belly on that while she nuzzled it down. Just when I start to wonder about her, she uses her brain instead of her adorably good looks to figure things out. That's my angel.
My lovable Bear is skipping around thrilled with his football day. "Tebowwwww--classic Tebowwwww" is the giddy saying around here today. I'm happy for him when he has a good fantasy football day too. Actually, I'm happy when he takes down the signs he makes that read "Football Sunday. No girls allowed" from the bedroom door. It's not like I pay them any mind. This is the kind of day where it's good to leave flyers around with Nine West sales and seem to be everywhere Hunter is, asking questions about the players or dishing on gossip about their personal lives I read about: "Did you know that so-and-so from the Cowboys totally had an affair with his nanny?" Sooner than later he's saying, "You know, I haven't picked up anything for you lately. Why don't you go pick something out, on me?" I just love that Bear.
Another week shall begin at the stroke of 6:45am. Time now to situate my work belongings, outline my to-do's, writing assignments etc and whatever else needing addressing. It's oddly relaxing, gratifying. Only two weeks til work's Christmas party, 3 til Christmas, and a bit under a month for a whole new year to begin. Lots coming up, lots going on. I should remember to rest up like this little meatloaf right here:
Til we meet again....
While at the store I snagged two bones for the girls. Pepper of course obliged and spoke on command, shook my hand as asked, and sat patiently while I kept Roni from spinning 27 times in anticipation. Pep ran off with a gleam in her eye to devour hers while Roni, not able to lift her bone(I NEED to create a bag of dog bones for those housing fur creatures of different size-note to self-1 item added to to-do list---seriously, people, someone--wait for it--throw me a bone here :) I crack myself up), scooted across the kitchen floor nudging it along with her to the mat so she could lay her belly on that while she nuzzled it down. Just when I start to wonder about her, she uses her brain instead of her adorably good looks to figure things out. That's my angel.
My lovable Bear is skipping around thrilled with his football day. "Tebowwwww--classic Tebowwwww" is the giddy saying around here today. I'm happy for him when he has a good fantasy football day too. Actually, I'm happy when he takes down the signs he makes that read "Football Sunday. No girls allowed" from the bedroom door. It's not like I pay them any mind. This is the kind of day where it's good to leave flyers around with Nine West sales and seem to be everywhere Hunter is, asking questions about the players or dishing on gossip about their personal lives I read about: "Did you know that so-and-so from the Cowboys totally had an affair with his nanny?" Sooner than later he's saying, "You know, I haven't picked up anything for you lately. Why don't you go pick something out, on me?" I just love that Bear.
Another week shall begin at the stroke of 6:45am. Time now to situate my work belongings, outline my to-do's, writing assignments etc and whatever else needing addressing. It's oddly relaxing, gratifying. Only two weeks til work's Christmas party, 3 til Christmas, and a bit under a month for a whole new year to begin. Lots coming up, lots going on. I should remember to rest up like this little meatloaf right here:
Til we meet again....
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