Yesterday, the kidlets and I had just returned from grocery shopping when I saw this streak of white running across the front yard. It was preggy neighbor dog, running out to greet us. I thought for a moment I'd seen her coming out of the hedges, but I was turning into the driveway, and missed where she shot out from.
It was rainy and nasty out, and so I shepherded the Minibeast into the house then went back to the Jeep to help Oldest bring all the bags in. Preggy dog ran into the house, all squiggly and pitter pat and stuff. Mini went bonkers, and since we had the front door open, I didn't bother to escort her out. It's safe to say she feels that she lives here at our house instead of across the street, and I'll admit I'm a bit surprised I haven't caught flack from the neighbors about it yet. Which, I guess if they were so worried about it, they'd have put her (and their other menagerie of dogs) into a pen.
Mom and I bought and put together one of those massive, two piece dog houses on Friday. I raked over the holes in the hedges and set the house by our front door where preggy dog had been digging. She's been sleeping in the hole for the past few days, and I worried she would likely have her puppies in there. Not good at all.
Well, after grocery-getting, I gave her one of pitbull's chewie snacks and set her back outside. Of course, I worried about her being in the rain and kept checking the windows and front door. After about an hour, I couldn't stand it any more and went out there to look for her. Sure enough, Miss Preggy had discovered her dog house and was all curled up on the towels I'd laid in there, safe and dry. Yay! Dog house is a success! And so far the neighbors having come over threatening to kick my ass or sue me or anything, so its all good.
A little while ago, I was cleaning out my pink writing tablet holder and found all the sheets from the Patricia Kay workshop I attended at the Lone Star Writing Conference in Houston this past October. Some good stuff in all that! I bundled all the print outs into an expandy file, and I've been trying to make sense of the notes. Pages and pages of notes - around 15. I must've been hyper note-taking that day, or buzzed on caffeine or something. Whatever, I'm going to type up the ones I can interpret (my handwriting is slackassedness defined) and tuck it away with rest.
Elementary school teacher, Mrs. Jones, had the children in her 2nd grade class draw a picture of their personal hero as homework. When she received little Suzy's drawing, she was so bothered by it she wrote home to the mother.
How sweet! Suzy wants to be just like Mommy!
(Here's the reply the teacher received the following day)
Dear Mrs. Jones,
I wish to clarify that I am not now, nor have I ever been, an exotic dancer.
I work at Home Depot and I told my daughter how hectic it was last week before the blizzard hit. I told her we sold out every single shovel we had, and then I found one more in the back room, and that several people were fighting over who would get it.
Her picture doesn't show me dancing around a pole. It's supposed to depict me selling the last snow shovel we had at Home Depot. From now on I will remember to check her homework more thoroughly before she turns
That's it for me today. I have notes to file, and workshop things to work on. Honestly, I should be caught up with that by now, but last night I spent an obscene amount of time watching old BSG episodes on www.Hulu.com . That site is the devil. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Happy Sunday, everyone!