I said I'd write yesterday - or try - and then didn't so I guess that makes me a liar, or at least a half-liar or whatever but DUDE. When I get home it is dark and cold and after the dogs get a quick half-ass walk all I can seem to do these days is burrow into the couch with food.
"What was that Hope?"
"MrrrPH!"
"What?"
"MMfffHongry!"
"WHAT?"
"BRING ME MORE FOOD. IT WINTER. I HUNGRY!"
No, really. Monday night I was watching terrible TV - come ON Monday, get a lineup! - when I heard the dryer end it's drying cycle. Do you know what was IN the dryer? A comforter that Bud had been moaning and coughing into all last week and then Sadie decided to snuggle and wallow all over. In other words, a comforter in bad need of a wash. I leaped off of the couch. No, that is also a lie. I sluggishly slid off the couch and ambled to the laundry room. You'll note here that we live in an apartment so "walking" to the laundry room really requires about a total of five steps, including getting to the dryer door. ANYWAY. Point is. I removed the warm, warm down comforter and barely made it back to the couch to wrap myself in its lusciousness before grabbing the remote and complaining about the selections again. IT WAS AWESOME.
And then last night I made a huge pot of pea soup and okay, yes, it's a gross color but hot pea soup and French bread? GAH. My burrow instinct is full-throttle right about now.
On the upside, we got our picture yesterday! I ran-walked the dogs down to the mailboxes and when I pulled the pink "You have a package!" sheet out of our mail, I then trip-walked to the door, poked my head in and said, breathlessly, "sorryIhavemydogs, couldyougetpackageforme?" And, I am proud to report, the picture turned out perfectly. In fact, would like to do nothing but stay at home, gaze at picture and EAT MORE.
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