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March 14, 2007
Just the Dots. The Cranky, Crabby Dots
I was delighted to learn that my post from Sunday was mentioned in Jenn Satterwhite's Tuesday post on BlogHer. Go read her piece; it's good stuff.
Even though she talks about some pretty heavy issues in the "bad day" realm, mine, of course, dealt with me bitching about petty things that don't mean much in the long run. I'm going to stick with that theme today, only with some dots.
- We found out why yesterday's house-viewing appointment didn't show. The potential buyers had a sick kid. Please come back when your child's well. Please?
- It's raining. We have a giant hole in our roof with an insurance-company-issued patch on it while we continue to battle them on how much roof they're going to replace. It's going to rain inside tonight. I can feel it.
- You know what you want to hear first thing in the morning? An airhorn, being blown repeatedly. Seems the folks up at the old dunebuggy-building homestead had their 284 vehicles parked on the street in such a manner that the garbage truck couldn't turn down our street. Thus, the airhorn, which was utilized to, what? Blow the cars out of the way? Turns out, three-year-olds like early-morning airhorns even less than 34-yeara-olds.
- If you've read for anything length of time, you know that I have anxiety and panic issues. Well, not so much issues as disorders. As in, medical and psychiatric intervention are required to keep me from wigging out on an hourly basis. What wigs me out more than anything? The thought that something might be wrong with my oldest pet. It used to be Whiney, the cat who finally succumbed at age 17. Now it's Chloe the Basset, but thanks to the medical and psychiatric intervention, things are usually fine. She had me a bit on edge today, though. Rather, I was a bit on edge and, as I do when I'm on edge for whatever reason (like being blown out of bed by an airhorn, for example), I projected my anxiety onto her.
Granted, she does have a bit of a roadkill quality about her, but she always does when she's content.
A few hours later ... Clara Jane and Chloe were in the living room while I was getting dressed in my bedroom. My bottom half was covered, but I wore not a stitch from the waist up.
That's when I heard Chloe making a noise that I could only translate as meaning, "Oh dear God! I'm dying! I'm keeling rightnowthisverysecond!!!"
I did the logical thing. I went running through the dining room to the living room to see what was going on. Did I mention the six windows with open curtains? My little peepshow probably lowered our property value another $2000 dollars.
Chloe and Clara Jane sat next to each other on the floor, both looking embarrassed. Chloe's black fur covered Clara Jane's pale yellow shirt, and neither of them were talking, probably because they were both fine.
As I left the room, I turned to take one last look just in time to see my daughter attempt to hang a purse from my senior citizen dog's tail. Now, I know Bassets have a reputation for being rather furniture-like, but Jesus.
An hour later, Clara Jane confessed that Chloe had made that horrible noise because she had pulled Chloe's tail.
What the hell is it with my family and animal tails?
- I think I'm developing a urinary tract infection. I'll spare the details, because I'm sure most of you are familiar. It did make me feel somewhat better this morning, when, upon hearing me urinate, Clara Jane ran into the bathroom, gave me a round of applause, and squealed, "Hooray! I'm so proud of you!" I was proud of me, too.
- I bought that that damn dress today, despite the fact that my nearly 6-foot-tall, tan, blonde friend PKB owns the same one. If she ever shows up wearing that dress when she knows I'm wearing it I swear, I love her but I'll snatch her head bald. I feel comfortable saying that because yesterday she threatened to do something that would require me to have extensive orthodontia, simply because I've never had a cavity or braces. Seems fair.
- Clara Jane and I are going on a little adventure on Friday. She's going to spend a few days with my parents, but I decided to shake it up a bit. The two of us are going to take Amtrak to my parents'. I'm going to spend the night and part of Saturday with them, and then I'm going to get back on that train for several hours of knitting and iPod time all by myself. Mama's getting a break! Yeehaw!
Posted by Robin at March 14, 2007 09:57 PM
Comments
"Snatch her head bald?" Oh, lordy be, is that ever funny! Mercy! (It would appear I have channeled one of my elderly baptist neighbors.)
Meanwhile: would it help if you knew my roof also has a gaping hole in it? No? Hmm. Well, anyway, so glad you got the dress. I can see you rocking it hard with your lovely red nails to match.
Posted by: Summer at March 15, 2007 12:01 AM
We're thinking about taking an Amtrak trip from Jefferson City to Hermann for Wurstfest. It has been years and years since I last rode on a train. I hope your trip is a good one.
Posted by: Melissa at March 15, 2007 10:45 AM
Chloe cracks me up. "Clara Jane. Rub my tummy. Pleeeease."
Posted by: Dixie at March 15, 2007 05:23 PM
You would do that to my HAIR????? MY HAIR???
Posted by: pkb at March 16, 2007 10:25 AM
i think you need to take that train over thisaway before heading home...
Posted by: kara joy at March 17, 2007 04:03 PM
You left Clara Janes drawing pad here. It made me laugh and cry at the same time.
Posted by: princess kicking bear at March 17, 2007 07:00 PM
