There’s nothing like starting your Tuesday off with a picture of a dog dressed as a yellow submarine. You can thank me later for this pick me up.
(Poor Bandit did not like her costume, as she seemed to think it made her immobile. So she just stood there until someone finally took pity and took the costume back off. It is fun to harass other people’s dogs.)
I had a lovely relaxing weekend. Jose, who had been in Corpus Christi for a few days while his mom had surgery, came home earlier than planned so I didn’t have to spend the weekend alone in the house. It’s surprising how much quieter it seems when he is gone. I also turn into a wuss, apparently. On Thursday night I heard something fall in the living room while I was in bed reading. After working up the courage to leave the bedroom, I searched high and low for the source of the crash but nothing was out of place! It wasn’t until the next day when I opened the pantry that I realized the source of the sound: an apparently possessed package of Oreos that took a dive three shelves down to the floor. This is why you should not buy Oreos. That, and because they’re bad for you, of course.
We had a quiet Valentine’s Day. Jose had class last night anyway, so he didn’t get home until 9:45 but we did manage a quick and early dinner before his class. When he got home, I surprised him with bread pudding — his favorite dessert! — but before you think I was being all sweet and loving, you should know that I really was just using it as an excuse to test out the dish before “Recipe Club” on Thursday night.
So far, I am looking forward to what will HOPEFULLY be a much calmer week, with a lot more sleep and a lot less running around all over JSC from meeting to meeting full of people with their hair on fire. Figuratively. You know what I mean.
Funny. B is out of town as well, and I thought I heard something as I was going to bed and I froze for a couple minutes, listening and worrying about intruders. 😉
I was also a wuss when home alone until I got dogs. If something happens, they will bark (and the furiously lick the intruder, but hey, they don’t know that). Also, I think the Oreos were clearly trying to reach out because they were lonely and wanted to celebrate Valentines Day with their lover, milk.
I am totally a wuss. I never have really lived alone until now when Byron is out of town. I thought the dog would make it better, but really she kind of makes it worse, cause sometimes she just barks at ghosts or something like that and it makes me all paranoid.
Aw, poor Bandit. (But it is funny!) I wanted to buy my Bandit the squirrel costume last Halloween, but it seemed like alot to spend to just put it on him for 5 minutes and laugh… it’s fun to harass your own dog, too. 🙂