Mr Peabody has barked all weekend long. They're doing some building two doors down and he apparently viewed this as a Defcon 4 event. Then he got so wound up that he barked at everything and when he came in, it would take him 15 minutes to stop panting. He was responding pretty well to Quiet commands, but this weekend he was That Dog, the one everyone in the neighborhood wishes would shut up.
So I spent my weekend cleaning, loading software and yelling "quiet." I do not enjoy any of these things.
I'm one of the dozen or so people who read the Dymaxion world blog of John McGrath. He totally wins the internets today for the following marriage announcement [link]
Was radio silent because I got married on May 29th. There were Stormtroopers. And the officiant used the words "by the power of Grayskull", as previously agreed.
Aside from that, I can't really remember much.
My wife is already well on the way to winning the marriage, with the following quote: "Look: I'm married now, so I'm gonna get fat. I'm gonna be a fat motherfucker. I'm gonna wash myself with a rag on a stick."
I swear I wasn't even saying anything about her weight.
Note: the Wedding Bonny Fides attended sounds truely lovely. Just the Dymaxion announcement was funny.
"by the power of Grayskull"
I am totally putting that on my officiant bucket list.
That and 'Do. Or do not. There is no try.' Which I use in couple's counseling all the time,
Sounds lovely bonny
Ate too much sushi. did not really know that was possible
Congratulations on everything coming off without a hitch, Bonny. Or with only the intended hitch.
I'm somewhat skimming.
First, {{Laura}}. Your boy is 18. There's a reason why they're enlisting in that age. They're in their "all hormones, all actions" state of existence.
The good news is that most of them come out of it, eventually. But he won't learn if he won't live. Good luck, anyway, and don't blame yourself. You're a terrific mom. And also: I'm only 6 years older than your son! Can I act stupid too?
IOmomN: I believe the scariest thing ever is to get a call 20 minutes after you barely dragged yourself out of the bed, from a mom who's usually shouting at the other end (that's how she's talking, normally, over the phone - as if she didn't understood that technology makes is possible to speak to the person at the other end, not her voice alone), before you had your coffee. I rushed out from the bathroom to answer that call, and in the end, she just called to thank me for handling the laundry last night. She has strange ways to do that.
I was wearing silver Ralph Lauren sandals, thank you very much!
We saw Killers and finished up with dinner at The Libertine. Today wa bliss even with the oppressive heat.
Now snuggled with hubs and pup and off to sleep.
