So, second day of forsaking sleep for a small skirmish against the Armies of Joey. I don't expect a 20-minute morning jog to incapacitate the enemy, by any means, but any extra exercise is good. I even threw in a swim yesterday, and got up to Lap Laurie (16).Some ideas/discoveries/ahas: I need to move up #1. He is one of the "goodies" and so has been cruising in the back of the room since July. #2 sings softly. All the time. It is incredibly sweet, yet ... constant. How this does not bug the people around him is beyond me. #7 does not trust me when I praise him. Wish #15 would stop bringing his Legos to school. Have started thinking of #4 as "Cheesy Bubble and Squeak." Must ask her why she's started speaking in that particular pitch.
Had to cut it off at Lap Laurie because I needed to work on invitations at Mom's. By the way, and this is slightly but not really as nonsequitur as it sounds, I finally read the fine print on my "Bare Your Soul" all-purpose Philosophy wash (one of those jobbies that triples as a shampoo, body wash, and bubble bath) - well, pick up a bottle for yourself next time you're in Sephora. The warning on the label is icky enough to encourage anyone, even the biggest fans of leisurely showers, to get out quick. (The 'peony' scent isn't great, either.)
The B and I went for a ride to pick up baguette from S-way before dinner. (Still trying to finish a batch of tapenade I made a few days ago.) B is the quintessential un-dog. The people's dog. (He has no relationships with other dogs. No patience for them whatsoever.) He is the dog who understands you. (I don't just mean that built-in doggy intuition that makes them rest their chin on your lap when you're blue. He has that, but I mean, he understands the words coming out of our mouths. It is usually entertaining, and sometimes a little weird.) He's also remarkably obedient, and that's not just next to his half-brother, Kona. Mart thinks he so hated puppy classes that he tried extra hard to get it right so we'd never take him back there. Whatever the case, I don't know that we could ever get another dog after the B. By "we" I mean my mom et al. In my own household the standards have been way lowered with the adoption of Kona. :P
Gonna go sneak in a chapter of Peter Pan before I start my day.
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yeah, i can't read books online. despite the fact that i have read such few books. i don't know if it's the screen the bothers me, or scrolling, or just the awkward positions i get into when i read. by awkward i mean i'll somehow start out on my back and end up facing the couch, using the couch to prop the book at the correct angle. can't do that with the computer. is that weird?
true, you can't exactly snuggle up with a good computer.
but free classic literature is so worth the crick in my neck after an hour of reading at the desk.
try a kindle?
sure if you'd buy me one. i mean i wouldn't turn on down. plus, i dunno. i like going to bookstores. so where's the fun it downloading it? searching for something and finding something else interesting just because someone put it in the wrong place. it's a fortunate accident, serendipity.
I do miss the obedience of the first dog.
It's amazing how both of our B's were remarkably well behaved, we leave them with Mom, and adopt a new baby, and they're both...well...NOT behaved.
it's like punishment for not following through with the first kid or something. did i tell you my mom was actually quite upset with me for acquiring kona instead of taking bentley to my new place? whatever, like he would survive 24 hours without his grandma.
by the way, i owe your family some major dog-sitting time. remind them i'm still very willing!
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