Another week of moments and musings...
*An 8-hr car trip with two very unenthusiastic 8 year-old passengers is the stuff drinking-problems are made of. It may also be the precursor to a straight jacket and a thorazine drip.
*Keeping a stitched up dog off the sofa is damn-near impossible! Try to explain to Fido how, when he feels his absolute worst, that he may no longer have the most comfy seat in the house!
*On a similar note, staples in your dog's belly does not, in fact, quell his amorous feeling for the sofa cushions. Or your shoulder. Or your leg. Damn, that's some good pain medication!
*Nothing makes an activity more interesting to your child than telling her she's not allowed to do it! Except for cleaning her room-- of course, that is the one activity that she requests be off limits.
*Taxidermy fascinates my kids. Birdie has put in a special request with her Granddaddy for a real-live bunny head mounted on a walking stick. 'Cuz that's not weird or anything.
*I am destined to be a life-long insomniac. Even Ambien seems to be useless-- and if I am going to wake up feeling intoxicated and groggy in the morning, I'd like to have more fun getting that way! Please?
*Apparently, the new thing to do at highway rest stops is to take pictures of other folks' dogs. My Buddy had his picture taken three times at two different stops. That's weird, isn't it?
*If you ever have a question, need advise, or want to know the best way to do anything, ask an eight year-old. They may not know what the hell they're talking about, but they will still answer, and they will answer with conviction. In the last week, my girls have given me advice on: cooking burgers, administering medication to a dog, yard maintenance, getting lizards out of the garage, packing for a long car trip, and getting paint stains out of clothing. Of course, they didn't help me do any of these things, they just told me how-- so very helpful.
Until next time...