Monday, February 28, 2011
Did you all know that chewy Sweetarts existed? And if you did, why didn't anyone ever tell me?!?! :)
I'm obviously addicted to the regular ones [you can see the box relegated to the background] but a friend sent me some chewy ones last week and OH. MY. WORD.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Riley was less impressed than I was with the chewy candy. As you can tell in this photo, my excitement interrupted his well-earned sleep time under the covers. Poor dog is just prone to bad fur days with all that sleeping.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
I seriously don't know what I did before my texting machine. I took a photo of it this day because I don't think I got a single thing done on Wednesday other than text with Shannon all day long.
I'm lucky she doesn't get bored of me. :)
Thursday, March 3, 2011
That handsome man is my favorite brother-in-law, Jeff. Everyone wave "Hi, Jeff!"
They were live-streaming my nephew's basketball tournament and Jeff paused to say hello. That guy is one of the nicest, most genuine men you will ever meet. When my Cushing's was at it's worst and I was deformed and close to tipping 200 pounds of steroid weight, I wasn't letting anyone in my house to see me. I was mortified. But when Laura was coming to visit I told her it was fine with me if Jeff came along.
Because of the way he loves my sister, I couldn't help but trust his love for me, too. And that's saying something.
Friday, March 4, 2011
That's Thomas, making the last shot of the game before they won. This was his final tournament of his senior year of high school. That blows my mind. I am so proud of that kid it's just shy of ridiculous, and am so grateful I got to share in these moments with him.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
"Lady, be quiet and watch the movie. I need to see if Secretariat pulls this off..."
Sunday, March 6, 2011
We had quite the weekend. I am fighting another infection and randomly started throwing up, but not before I started giving Riley a haircut.
Which means, again, the dog is getting groomed in stages since my hands only work half the time, and the other half I'm dizzy or throwing up. And that leaves him looking like a half-groomed Cocker Spaniel instead of a pure bred Maltese.
Don't kid yourself, people. He is thinking the exact same thing his expression is showing: "Woman, I am the freaking blog dog. I deserve a better haircut or a raise. Your choice."
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