Oh my gosh, I am completely exhausted.
Not much to post. It's raining. That's good.
My feet hurt. That's not so good.
I am counting down the minutes until we leave to have dinner at Santa Barbara to celebrate my friend Kat's birthday. It's just about the best Italian food. Ever. If not for the weather, we'd be headed down to Topwater Grill (yum, but recently discovered by every yuppie in Houston who thinks it's cute to go slumming in San Leon) for some excellent fried shrimp and shrimp coleslaw.
My DH has taken the Jeep to his parents to give it a tune up and do man things with his dad.
Our step-dogs have been roaming the neighborhood for 48 hours now, and I'm starting to feel guilty for not taking them in. Toby came up to the front door last night and howled to be let in. For like 10 minutes. But I am not going to cave in and deal with my dogs getting sick from the neighborhood dogs like they always do. But they are sooooooo sweet!!!
I have to admit that our neighborhood is being terrorized by beagles.
There's Maggie, our step-dog, of course. But there's another (male) beagle who make Tex and Blanco nuts. I thought it was Maggie until I noticed she had either gone tranny or there must be an additional beagle on the prowl. He especially likes to pee on the bushes outside our front porch--the worst affront to my dogs' pride that they can imagine. Our neighbor's dachshund does the same thing. Every morning when Tex and I go out to get the paper, he assess the damage to the bushes. That beagle sure gives him a lot to worry about. He has even shown up at the front door at 2AM, giving us all a fright. Our yapper and big-dog-barker refused to let his early morning presence go unnoticed, so we all got to wake up for that.
Anyway. . . this is just random. My goal for this afternoon is to putter and then paint my toenails. Anyone who has maneuvered around an almost 9month pregnant belly knows this is no small feat. Thank goodness for the yoga.
Hoping for something remotely more interesting soon.
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Seriously - can you reach your toenails? Why don't you beg DH to send you for a pedicure?
You should try living on the other side of a Maggie/Toby combo, it's not fun! Bentley and Buddy match that description pretty good, and in fact at this very moment are running around loose having yet again made a hole in the wire mesh. Beagles just love to form packs and will actively seek out other dogs. It sends me crazy!
Oh hey! You think you've got troubles. My guys have just now returned, and when I went out to get them I found a bull and four heffers in my yard!
a small electric fence behind the bush would shock the dog and he would quit!!
ps
hope you don't get heartburn from Italian food.
Even though it was centuries ago,m I remember my last trimester was heartburn city.
Your description conjurs up such a vivid picture, but it's no fun being woken in the night, especially when you have plenty of that to look forward to soon !!
CC: I'm impressed myself that I could reach my toes! I'll have to post a picture!
WT: I would be a wreck if the boys went AWOL. Lions and bulls and heiffers, oh my!! That's Oz for ya!
Pamela: Yikes! What a shock!
ChrisB: I'm not too irritated by the constant awakening because I feel like it's "practice"!
I splurged and got a mani and pedi a few weeks ago and loved it. I hate spending the money, but sometimes you just gotta do something that makes you feel pretty. Lots-o-Love!
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Hahaha I am still laffing at willowtree.
Anyway. Sabrina. You must be a fitness goddess if you can still touch your toes at eight months! My mother, pregnant with her first child in 1971, was in the pub with dad (she wasn't drinking). And some of the guys were talking about how they can touch their toes without bending their knees. And she said, "Well, I can still do that and I'm seven months pregnant." So she did it twice, and then... fainted! Silly mummy. Luckily, she wasn't pregnant with me (that sweet occasion happened nine years later).
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