I finally have my google reader caught up! I have been terrible the past week. What with Ragnar, my eyes, crazy busy work...... but I have read every single one of them. Maybe not the best commenter, but I have read you!
Sugar Daddy is in the other room watching the NBA draft. He's got it on the TV and on his laptop. I wandered in and was talking about something and he, um, told me to "stop talking". Wow. I haven't been told to stop talking since like high school. Oh wait, Monday in staff meeting my boss told me to stop talking. Perhaps I speak too much.....
We are headed to C's softball game. He is playing with the boys that he grew up with playing. It's like old times. Feels weird. Half these guys are married and daddy's now. Weird. Life comes at you fast!
I totally forgot my wallet at work. It's locked in my desk, but now how am I going to get a milkshake? I've tapped out Sugar Daddy. I guess, it's shake-less night for me.
I love bacon. I hate cooking it. Rather, I hate it being cooked in my house. (like I cook- HAH) We had breakfast for dinner and it just permeates everything! Cooked pig......cooked salty, fat pig........
I wish I was in Sonoma.
I finally get to wear makeup tomorrow! YAY for trying to dress it up! Good thing, since me and my work BFF's have a dog and pony show to present tomorrow. I will enjoy not looking 65 years old.
My freak show dog is more than weird. He has it timed perfectly as to when to go lap up water. Right during our dinner blessing. We also use that time for family prayer. It's the only time we are all together. All three or two of us. So,it tends to be the most important, longer prayer of the day. Without a doubt, the minute we start, Kasey heads to the water dish. And laps. And laps. And laps. LOUDLY! It doesn't matter what time, it's never set. Even Sunday's when dinner is earlier, he heads for that water dish. It's like the minute we fold arms and bow heads, it's his que. Weird, weird, WEIRD dog.
I just reviewed my race schedule for the rest of the summer. I think I have bitten off more than I can chew, but still have a few weekends open that I am looking to fill. I am a sick, sick girl.
I wish I was in Sonoma.
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You are just full of so much energy, or monster :)
I wish you were in Sonoma too. I wish I had buddy passes and we could all fly there and surprise her.
I don't like the left over bacon smell either. Or any meat smell. Yuck.
I love how he's full blown Sugar Daddy now.
No wallet? What a travesty. We've got 7 layer bars in the oven right now. Want to come over and eat some?
I thought of you when I did my post today. I thought, "If I had lasik like Melissa, this would not have been a problem."
Our dog ate THE Husbands wallet. I find it funny. Especially since this is the second time she has done so. He has to walk around with my little keychain checkcard or ask me for $.
YAY for wearing makeup.
I looove the dog story. Dogs are so funny.
I also love the relationship you and Tiburon have. I wish you could be in Sonoma with her too.
I'm sure that you're not the only one who wishes you were in Sanoma! (Don't worry, she'll do great!) And I can't wait to hear more about the race schedule. Maybe I'll come join you for one.
I had a whole post on bacon not too far back. I love to eat it - actually did this morning... but my house smells like it for 30 hours afterwards.
Someone once told me to boil a cup of vinegar in a pot while you cook bacon and it will cancel out the smell.
WTH?
I hear you on the bacon thing. MMmmm!!! Only I love to smell it all day. DELISH.
I wish you had been in Sonoma too....
For real.
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