This is going somewhere. I just don't know where yet.
The Puppy loves hunting bubbles. I'm desperate to try anything to get her to use her left leg, so I stood out in the yard today, blowing bubbles for her to chase. She chased them--on three legs. I admire her determination to go right on about her business without using her left leg, but there is now technically nothing wrong with the leg other than the obvious shorter hair where she was shaved. The good news is that the foot is getting closer to the ground each day. Or maybe the ground is as eager as I am to help her.
I thought, just for the sake of seeming like I remember as far back as Friday, I'd put up the answers to the song references for those playing at home. Physical by Olivia Newton-John and Vertigo by U2. That was it. Twenty points to the winner. I should have made it fifty points, and thrown in a pie. Pie is always good.
You really can't have a mad aerobics instructor around and not be playing Physical somewhere in your head, you know. Just like you can't help but feel weird saying you were in the yard blowing bubbles when you know people named Bubbles. I am not making this up, there is a running joke in my family that ends in, "Gene better not find out."