Tutu's and Houseshoes

I was heading over to see the Chicklets this morning and called Jerri to make sure they were awake. She told me everyone was up and the girls were playing dress-up already. Jillian was wearing a purple tutu, had a santa tied around her waist, and was wearing pink houseshoes. The Chick was wearing a Tigger suit and Strawberry Shortcake houseshoes. Things are just about back to normal over there.
No puppies at our house yet. Under threat, I wasn't allowed to tell anyone about the dingy thing that hubby did about 7 days after T (our German Shorthair pointer) was bred with the chosen father of her pups-to-be, (although I did tell a few folks because it was just too good not to!) He'd staked his two dogs, T and Willie (who's a Britiney Spaniel) out on a chain one afternoon to get them used to it because there was no kennel where they'd be staying in S.D. After he'd done this, I looked out the kitchen window and asked him if he was sure they were far enough apart because they might decide to fight, or something, since they'd always been in a kennel separated by a wire fence. He told me, "Oh yeah, they're far enough apart, they can't reach each other". I mentioned again that those chains looked pretty long,,and he told me he knew what he was doing. Oh well,,,,

About 45 mins to an hour later, after he'd had a refreshing nap in his recliner, I heard him raising 9 kinds of hell and went to see what was up. He was looking out the window, at T and Willie, who'd become "romantically inclined". I know he was upset, they had big plans for T's pups, but I couldn't help laughing about it, although I did have the good sense to do it out of sight. I live with a man who never does wrong, Ha!

Anyway, at first it was, Is She, or Isn't She, then it was, Yes, She Is, but I hope it's the first doggy friend. She should have whelped on the 23rd,,, she didn't, so I reckon Willie is going to be a daddy! Both dogs come from excellent pedigree but definately different breeds. I bet the puppies are going to be the cutest little doggies in the county!


The other day I had tax clients in my office, a couple, who almost made me lose my manners.
The husband had about the worse case of BO of anyone I've ever come across, so I was dizzy from lack of oxygen from trying to hold my breath as much as possible while they were in there.
The wife, a nurse, who'd become disabled last summer, had a little, round, pixie face, her hair pulled tight and in a top-knot atop her head, and crossed eyes. Because I generally look into a person's eyes when I'm talking to them, but by trying to do this, I was getting a headache. Lord help me, I didn't know where to look and it was becoming painful with trying! I was sure glad to be done with their returns!

Then, today I did one of the ditziest things I've probably ever done. (although if I really give it some thought, I might come up with something worse). I was in Wal Mart, and ya'll know how I love going to that place, and was checking out, when I noticed one of my brother-in-laws sitting in the pharmacy waiting area across from the check-out. After checking out, I stopped outside the pharmacy and spoke to him and asked him how he was doing. He told me he was doing just fine and was waiting for a prescription. I then noticed the crutches sitting beside him and asked him, "What's up with the crutches?" He gave me a puzzled look and said, "Well, I need them to walk," while at the same time, turning a little in his chair to show me that he only had one leg.

I nearly shit my pants! At that exact moment in time, I realized the guy wasn't my brother-in-law! I don't know WHO he was but I just kept on like I'd known him all his life and said, "Well, you sure are getting around good these days and you look great!" as I was pushing my buggy on out of the store.

I though I only needed my glasses to see to drive!

I think I'll just stay in the house all day tomorrow and give the world a rest.