The weekend was sort of a series of small disasters, but it’s all over now (I’m writing this on Sunday night, and I have a glass of wine, so things are looking up). But I’m going to focus on the positive.
Positive things include:
1. Backer board is all mortared and screwed down now, and getting this done did not quite destroy my marriage.
2. While the dog ate our really expensive slice of cake from the bakery down the street and we had to give him hydrogen peroxide so he’d throw up the chocolate and not die, at least I didn’t eat all of that
delicious bad for me chocolate cake myself.
(I was cheating a little. That wasn’t really a positive thing).
3. Dave and I got to go out to eat with my brother and SIL without kids last night. Yay!
4. We have a new foster dog again! We took a break post-Rory-adoption, but we’re back in the game now (although probably we’ll take more frequent breaks now that we have 3 permanent dogs). We got Casey on Friday, and she’s settling in nicely. She’s a nine pound poodle, and she and her Malti-poo brother were turned in to the shelter together; my mom is fostering him. She goes to the groomer on Tuesday; I’ll have better pictures after that, but for now:
(She’s borrowing Rory’s collar there).
You know what? I had a whole blog post planned with more pretty pictures and very important thoughts about house stuff, but I’m too tired to write it tonight. I figure the cute dog makes up for it, though.