As crazy as the stuff I wrote about in my last post makes me, nothing makes me happier or more peaceful then seeing Whiskey rest her head on Tim while he pets her. That dog loves him, I tell you. It's awesome.

I don't know why, but the phrase "I think I just threw up in my mouth a little" cracks me up. I have just recovered from a seriously scary laughing fit that I couldn't stop. I had to go read something serious to make myself stop. And even then, I giggled a lot. I snorted. I coughed so hard I thought I really was going to throw up in my own mouth ( Read more... )

( so people don't get all hissy )

Exhibit 1: Whiskey the Wonder Dog. She's getting more vocal. Very vocal. She wants to hang out with us all of the time, but she's scared to death to come downstairs with me. Yesterday, she made a growling sound at the cable guy that scared the shit out of me ( Read more... )

This morning Tim reported that I woke up in the middle of the night, all startled, and said, "mom? dad?" and then went back to sleep ( Read more... )