Just a Tad of Strawberry

To say I was overwhelmed with the love from yesterday's post would be an understatement. Your comments, emails, texts and chit chats on my couch were just what I needed. I know I am loved, but t his one was hard for me. Not so much that I felt I would be judged or looked down upon by y'all, but more how others would perceive it (you know those people I exist with in real life and not in blogland). Needless to say, but thank you. Thank you all for being so supportive of me, loving me and most of all praying for me.

But I digress... not really, as this was in no way a planned post. No, instead I bring you the hilarity of my life. So, I bought a house, yeah I owe you all pictures soon, but yes I am a homeowner. Things I have realized: I have no sprinkler system and live in Texas. So I spent 45 minutes last night setting up the hose and sprinklers so I could turn them on this morning (my designated day to water) and feed the lawn. 45 minutes to screw in some sprinkler heads? Yeah, it was place and test, place and test, get soaked, eaten alive by mosquitos and make a complete food out of myself in my pjs in my lawn. Yeah, what a Tuesday night!

So, I get up this morning, let the pups out, and proceed out of my back gate to turn on the water. I close the gate walk around the front and turn them on. I proceed to water. yes, water mostly the sidewalk and like a pea-size portion of my front lawn.... oh well. I head back inside and proceed to get ready for the day.

I dawn my favorite coral, linen dress which used to fit beautifully and I have been working hard to get back into. I tried it on, lil snug, but yes we can wear it! Small victory people, small.  I do my make up and then head back out to move the sprinklers before I do my hair. I proceed out the back gate again when, bam, a small Sophie-sized bullet shoots out of the back gate and proceeds down the street at lightening speed. She gallops, yes people my 7 pound pugeranian gallops like a freaking gazelle. I scream, yell, holler... nothing... I then notice the white fluffy mop I call Chloe engaging in a little tiff with the feral cat that lives under my neighbor's car. I abandon Chloe for the one dog down the street.

She is racing around a neighbor's yard like a banshee! She has found the one yard with dogs that can see her. She barks, yaps, squeals in delight and races circles around this yard. I am so mad at this point... I am in someone's yard, in a dress with flip flops, make up on, glasses on, hair in an awful mess and now sweating. I am livid to say the least. I approach her slowly and bend down to grab her, when RIPPP, yup you heard me, the slit in my dress rips... Great, now I am in the middle of the neighborhood with my a$$ hanging out of the dress I was so proud to get into!

I head back to the house, hoping the tear in my dress is not that bad.  If I could send her back I would. I abandon the sprinklers at this point and round up chloe and head inside. I cannot even look at Sophie. She got a good nose bop and a stern talking to (if CPS coulda heard me they would remove my children, good thing they can't....). It's now 6:55 and I have to fix my hair, eat breakfast and get Chloe to the groomer by 7am. FAIL. I look in the mirror at the dress... I see nothing out of sorts... the slit appears a lil higher, but magically I can move a little better in it than before. (I am sure there is something I cannot see and will be embarrassed later by a gaping hole). I rush through my hair throw on shoes and such, corral the dogs in the kitchen coax Chloe to me and rush out the door.

Which is how I ended up at Einstein's ordering a pumpernickel bagel, toasted with just a tad of strawberry smear... and writing this post. Sometimes you just need a carb-loaded breakfast with strawberry to make a bad morning better. Pray for and if anyone wants a 7 pound menace she is all yours!