Yeah, our tree is the dead one on the right.It would be so much more dramatic if we woke up on Friday the 13th to the dead tree that completely represented what our adventure in Ireland has come to, but that's not the case. Sometime last weekend it broke. It's quite the talk of the neighborhood. That, and the new road markings in our village. Now there's actually a line down the middle of the road (not that it will help anyone's driving. . .) Have I ever mentioned that things are small-townish here?
Even though the dead tree shows how the day begin, this is how it shaped up pretty quickly. . .
Isn't my boy just the cutest thing you've ever seen? You always think of cats on the windowsill, but dogs??? (Doesn't he look clean? Too bad he doesn't smell as white as he looks. . .)
He was protecting the house from something and felt sincerely underappreciated.
But today is turning up roses. Looks like we will fly out the morning of 1st May. Not bad. Just a little over two weeks to do. . .well, a lot of stuff. But I'm making headway.
The weather today is a total Sheryl Crow day. Windows open, radio blaring. You sort of need a fleece but you sort of don't so you're almost cold but mostly just really comfortable.
And that's all I got for ya' today.
12 comments:
Why is the dog on our kitchen countertop? At least that explains all the white hair in my lunch today! Thank you for not posting anything about my dream in your blog this morning.
Clearly, Blanco is not on the kitchen countertop, dear. He's on the windowsill in the room we never use that has my mountain bike in it. Oh, and as for the hair in your food. . .Blanco was "helping" make your lunch this morning. ..And consider my readership--I wouldn't put anything about THAT dream on here. . .
Dear sabrina. hahahahahah! Just love DH's comment. Now, of course, we'll all be begging you do tell us what the dream was!
The dead tree is 'quite the talk of the neighbourhood'? That cracks me up, i'm just imagining all these Irish people twittering when you walk past, speculating about what weird Texan custom you were adhering to when you broke the tree.
Hmm - John's comment has me intrigued. I am excited about you coming back so soon. It will be no time at all that we will be meeting for some decaf or tea and chatting about all the strange and wonderful things about our pregnancies! I miss that!
~a
LMM: Yeah, us damn Americans can't even keep our tree alive. . .there was much a-twittering about it. My guess is some of these heathen children from the neighborhood are the cause of its demise. . .
Stiggs:I can't wait to get together! Sorry, no dream details. Silly man doesn't know not to mention it--now everyone is curious!!!
He's so cute!
But um...I wanna hear about Dear hubbie's dream.
um - right - husband's dream....let it slip, please. I promise I won't tell him you told us!!!!!
Poor tree - looks like someone hit it or pushed on it really hard.
Oh, my...DO TELL US ABOUT THE DREAM! DHJ really, really wants you to ;).
I'm sorry...the tree thing is probably my fault:(--my thumbs are the black thumbs of death. Since I read your blog, maybe their scourge jumped through cyberspace and into your yard. Please forgive me.
Ladies: The funny thing is. . .DH never really told me what he dreamed this morning. Just that it was "hot" and "kinky". . . so your guess is as good as mine!
Jenny: He'll be your best friend if you'll let him
Karmyn: darn neighbor kids (or escaped monkeys from the zoo)
Robin: I'm sure your thumbs of death have not reached through cyberspace to kill our tree. . .
Prehaps DH could tell us in details about the dream!
Have you never heard about the tree fairies, woe betide anyone who suddenly decides to up sticks and leave. Those darn faires hack down a tree just so you become the talk of the neighbourhood!
Beccy: you had me rolling this morning! Too funny!!
The tree died because it was sad you are deserting the neighbourhood.
Post a Comment