Obviously, some of us have had a hard time getting going this morning.
Doug stayed up late last night looking at stuff online and wasn’t exactly eager to start the day.
Neither was Gizmo.
We’ve got yet another event for this weekend, actually 2, so needless to say I’m really busy right now.
My life would be a lot easier if I was like her:
Of course my outlay for deodorant would skyrocket; but considering how much more I’d be getting done I think the expense would be justified.
I’d have multiple hands free for Ecofab chores and a few extra too so I could pet dogs at the same time.
The pack has been feeling neglected of late.
All day long I’m either assembling jewelry, painting glass, shopping for glass or desperately trying to rearrange the house so that all the clutter doesn’t actually overcome us and we just disappear, never to be found again. It’s be something like this, but a lot less oozy:
Our blob would be an amalgamation of recyclables, art supplies, receipts and dog fur. It’s different than the one in the clip but no less scary, believe me.
When we finally poop out sometime after 8 and sit down on the couch we’re overwhelmed by a tsunami of licking tongues, with each of them trying to get in ever closer to us for more time with mom and dad.
Blackie actually suggested I just go in and have a procedure so I could carry her around in my pouch like a baby kangaroo. If her paws never hit the ground again she’d be just fine with that.
She pointed out that in my current shape it wouldn’t be much of a procedure.
And although that’s true enough, I thought that was unkind to point out; but perhaps I’m just being overly sensitive these days.
So I hope all has been well with all of you.
I fear I’ve not been much of an online friend lately rarely getting by to visit, being so self absorbed as I’ve been.
I’ll try to do better in the future; and BTW- no more donkey anything, I promise.