i got to amy and jim’s this morning, and there was poop on the dining room floor.
a rather inauspicious beginning to the weekend, i think.
i cleaned it up, and some pee that was also there, and i let the dogs out because they were HYSTERICAL to get out, and then i let them back in because they were HYSTERICAL to get in, and i wiped their muddy paws as best i could, but i feel this will be a losing battle, since it’s supposed to rain all weekend.
oh well. they’re very quiet at the moment.
…and i suddenly thought WAIT A MINUTE HERE, WHY ARE THEY BEING SO QUIET?
numie and noodle, the two crazy dogs, are confined to the dining room. so i got up to look, and they’d manage to BREAK FREE, which is why they were being so quiet. they were mostly just standing around in the pantry, but nothing was open, and they hadn’t managed to tear anything open yet.
whew.
as promised, amy left a GIGANTIC bowl of hershey’s kisses on the counter.
i tried one. it was STALE. i tried another. also stale.
a third. just to be sure.
stale, and really kind of tasteless.
at least i don’t have to worry about gaining 400 pounds this weekend.
but a good hershey’s kiss sure would be good…
i’m going to put them in the front bedroom, so i’m not tempted to eat them even though they don’t hardly even taste like chocolate.
so, at the hospital, where every day i make people feel a little better who are all stressed out because their loved ones are getting open heart surgery, i also do a very important thing –
i stick their tags back in.
people always seem to walk around with their shirt tags sticking straight up, and in giving the massages, i have the unique opportunity to just quietly stick them back in.
the only problem with performing this invaluable service is that when i see people on the street with their tags sticking up, i have to do everything in my power to resist sticking them back in.
ok then,
grace, doing my best to keep everybody from being a fashion no-no all the time.