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you dropped a bomb on me
I woke up today feeling as though my eyes had been scrubbed with sandpaper and one nostril had been used as storage for fifty pounds of bromide while I slept. It's been warm and spring-like in Houston this past week, which is all it takes around here for things to start blooming and allergens to be everywhere. I recently vacuumed and dusted, so I ( Read more... ) -
waiting for a star to fall
It's hard to enjoy a leisurely Sunday breakfast with Pixie laying on the floor beside my chair, staring ever upward with the intensity of a desperate and ravenous Sir Isaac Newton. -
being alive
I woke up on Christmas Day and realized it was just a day like any other, which meant that Pixie had heard my eyelids open and was, at that moment, barreling toward me from the dog pillow across the room, building up momentum, tail wagging, gathering speed, hurrying toward me, and I was about to be covered with joy. I'm always happy to wake up, ( Read more... ) -
busy child
I just got back from the gym. It was nice to have a quiet day today with no obligations. Last Friday was Becky's birthday, which was fun. Friends came over to celebrate and have dinner. Our inner sixteen year old girls were invited, too, as the celebration was New Moon themed. After dinner and cake, we watched the movie New Moon. ( Read more... ) -
rip it up
Last Saturday morning, before I left to take a CPR class, Rex and Pixie were being very docile and sweet, so I thought, I'm only going to be gone for two and a half hours, at the most. I don't have to crate the dogs. They're being so good.
I ended up staying longer than I thought I would. All in all, I think I was there for four hours. When I ( Read more... )
