We spent last week with my family in Cabo, narrowly escaping the
Seriously... schools closed, cars abandoned on the freeway, city on lock down. Yeah, we don't get a lot of snow in these parts...
When we touched down in Seattle on Monday night, sun burnt and clad in shorts and flip-flops, I was greeted by freezing rain. To offset this major kick in the ass, I had to immediately do a switcharoo to Christmas mode.
So I was very productive
So while my computer was being poked and prodded by the computer doctor, I was playing domestic diva, shopping for Christmas decorations, tidying up the house, and even shaving my legs!!
Oh, and Bondi and Homie and I picked out our very own Christmas tree!!! (This certainly beats last year, when Joe tried to pass off a Rosemary Bush as a Douglas Fir... Now, I'm no Martha Stewart, but when after dinner half our "Christmas Tree" was gone, I started to wonder...)
Once we got the tree into the house, though, the pups and I had to have a little discussion. I told them:
IF you lift your leg on mama's tree,
you're getting COAL in your stockings.
you're getting COAL in your stockings.
Good talk.
Today, the pups were very sweet to me...They obviously must know it's my birthday (woohoo... more grey hairs) because they got me the BEST PRESENT EVER.
The gift of humiliation.
Oh, pups. You made my (birth)day!!!
Before I go back to
- 25% of women say their dog is a better listener than their spouse
- 13% of women would rather talk to their dog than their spouse
Thoughts? :-)
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