Biting It

Wow! So . . . a lot has happened in the last 24. Where do I even begin?

Our puppy has started digressing in his potty training lately. So, that's been frustrating. Plus, he basically ate the couch that I recovered that's in the basement. I mentioned before that the blow was lessened on that because I had dumped the wax on it, but . . . it's pretty sad. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with it now . . .

I think Hobbes is mad at us because he thinks we haven't been spending enough time with him. He got used to us being around on the holidays, and now he's rebelling now that we're back to the daily grind. What's worse: he knows when he's done something bad in the basement. When we get home, he looks guilty when we go into the basement to see how he did (and he stays upstairs with his tail between his legs). It's so weird, but I know it's all because he's feeling like he's not getting enough attention. Hobbes is weird like that. He's perfectly normal when we're home.

When we got home yesterday, we saw that Frank had cleared the snow on our sidewalks AND driveway with his snowblower. It was so nice to not have to worry about shoveling when we got back. We knew we'd have to (it was snowing when we left that morning).

Later yesterday evening, Willi and I decided we wanted to nail down our plans for vacation in February. So, we did. While Willi was working out comparing options, I wrote Frank and Dolores a thank you note. When I finished it, I decided to creep out the front door to put the thank you note (sealed in a plastic baggie) on Frank's truck. I saw that there was snow all over our porch and front steps, so I tried to be careful as I stepped down. Unfortunately, I was wearing my hard-soled, no-traction slippers, and my feet went right out from underneath me, and I came slamming down onto the steps. I let out a pretty loud yelp when it happened, and I don't know how nobody heard me. I landed right on my butt. It hurt. I forced myself to get up, though, and I hobbled over to Frank's truck with my card all bent up, pulled his windshield wiper off of his frozen windshield, dropped in my card, and hobbled back to the house. I walked in the door, bawling. Poor Willis was standing there talking to me (he couldn't see my face), and he was so excited about the trip we were planning. Then, he saw me. After that, he let me soak his T-shirt with my tears while I sobbed into his shoulder. Man . . . did that hurt!

After about ten minutes, I tried to sit down, and once I sat down, I realized that I probably hadn't bruised my tailbone. So, I was pretty relieved about that. I did discover later, though, that I have a nice, huge, purple bruise on my right butt cheek. It's lovely. This morning, I didn't think I was going to be able to get up and do pilates because of the pain, but I went ahead and tried to do the yoga-infused pilates. I think that was a brilliant idea. It's mostly stretching and relaxing, so that helped make me less tense, which was nice.

We did figure out what we're doing for our vacation, and we booked it last night. We're going on a Carnival Cruise the third week of February (four nights), and it's leaving from Orlando and makes stops in two places in Mexico (one of them is Cozumel, I think, and I can't remember the other one because we looked at so many last night). I'm so excited! I've never been on a cruise in my whole life! We got a pretty incredible deal on it since we planned it last-minute. I can't wait!

I'm supposed to get my glasses tomorrow. Eek.

We're supposed to get our fireplace on Friday. Whoot! I think my parents are going to help us install it the weekend after next . . . so . . . it'll be awhile yet. We've gotta plot it out anyway, though. We probably need a week to work through all the details.

Never a dull moment. Never . . . a dull . . . moment.

Reagan Kennedy

Congratulations to Jody and Ben for having their fourth baby (and second baby girl) just moments ago! Two boys and two girls . . . what a crew!