Good morning sleepy heads.
Woke up to the sound of a thump on the wall or the floor. Naturally, I assumed Charley fell off of his bed, which is a lofty 3 inches off the floor. No, but it woke him up. Then Herself decides it is time to de-crate and hits the deck with Charley, all doggy and ready to go out to see what is going on. Of course, we know nothing about what is going on outside, except for one pathetic dog who is trapped within his electronic fence screaming and barking. This will be his position all day until nighttime. I can't say anything because my two bark, but not for hours on end. Obviously this little guy has no training, isn't welcome in his own house and they would rather that he torment the neighbors with his dulcet tones. And agitate every dog in the neighbor in the development.
And now, for something completely different.
Well, two things. One -- DH is feeling much better. We are going out tonight. Which brings me to the second thing.
We are going out with my cousins, whom I adore. I try never to carry a "show off" bag when I'm with her. I'm thinking of just taking an anonymous looking H bag, maybe my black Bolide. With her, I do not like to have her think I am boasting. We are going to a simple, casual restaurant, so we aren't dressing up. Why should I worry about schlepping an Hermes bag to keep my cousin's from thinking less of me?
DH thinks I'm nuts, but she will notice.
Good idea! How are you and DH doing this AM?
