Some of you, and you know who you are, have been requesting an update. So here it is.
Today I vacuumed.
Found dust ball the size of own fist.
Took picture, but is too icky to post.
It was intense.
Tomorrow: will sweep back patio.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Happy Halloween!
I don't really endorse dressing animals in costumes; they don't understand it and it poses some uncomfortable questions about the human stylist.
I never had any intention of actually dressing my own beloved pets in anything other than collars. That is until shortly after our first Halloween as a married couple when, in jest, I suggested we should have dressed our cat, Sadie, as a seal. (She had an adorable habit of lying of her back, with her little paws tucked under her chin and we always talked about how she looked like a baby seal).
Tony replied, "I forbid you to dress-up any pet we ever have as anything."
This triggered a faint, intuitive reaction in the primordial area of my brain...way down near the top of my spinal cord. Being still newly married, I (responsibly) contacted my much more experienced friend, Lauren (she'd been married for like two years or something ridiculous), who confirmed my instinct.
Under marital law, wives are required to do anything their husbands explicitly forbid them to do. Seriously, check your marriage license. It's in the fine print.
Well I didn't want to do it, but some of you will remember what happened.
But when I shoved her into the office to surprise studious Tony (and I do mean "shoved;" she couldn't see well enough to walk on her own. Though that is NOT my fault, she wouldn't hold still while I cut out the eye holes so how did she expect me to get them in the right spot??) he said, "A KKK member? Don't you think that's a little offensive?"
And I decided we would not be greeting our trick-or-treaters thus attired. So this year Tess was just a Puggle.
I never had any intention of actually dressing my own beloved pets in anything other than collars. That is until shortly after our first Halloween as a married couple when, in jest, I suggested we should have dressed our cat, Sadie, as a seal. (She had an adorable habit of lying of her back, with her little paws tucked under her chin and we always talked about how she looked like a baby seal).
Tony replied, "I forbid you to dress-up any pet we ever have as anything."
This triggered a faint, intuitive reaction in the primordial area of my brain...way down near the top of my spinal cord. Being still newly married, I (responsibly) contacted my much more experienced friend, Lauren (she'd been married for like two years or something ridiculous), who confirmed my instinct.
Under marital law, wives are required to do anything their husbands explicitly forbid them to do. Seriously, check your marriage license. It's in the fine print.
Well I didn't want to do it, but some of you will remember what happened.
It didn't stop there. Last year, Tess fell victim.
Oh yes, I made that Scarecrow ensemble myself thankyouverymuch.
Oh yes, I made that Scarecrow ensemble myself thankyouverymuch.Then this Halloween I had a delightful ghostly get-up planned for our poor pup.
But when I shoved her into the office to surprise studious Tony (and I do mean "shoved;" she couldn't see well enough to walk on her own. Though that is NOT my fault, she wouldn't hold still while I cut out the eye holes so how did she expect me to get them in the right spot??) he said, "A KKK member? Don't you think that's a little offensive?"
And I decided we would not be greeting our trick-or-treaters thus attired. So this year Tess was just a Puggle.
