And the start of spring break to boot! How great is that? Although I must make a confession here: Friday is not my favorite day of the week. Monday is. Mondays are when the children and the Hunny all go away to work and school and leave me in my quiet, quiet house. I LOVE my quiet house. No TV, no radio, only the dogs licking each others' ears. 'Scuse me ...
That was really gross. The vet once told me that my dogs have the cleanest ears of any dogs he'd ever seen. It's because THAT'S HOW THEY SHARE A BRAIN. They lick each other's ears clean. And those of you who have been reading for any length of time know that I DETEST eating, slurping, licking, smacking sounds. Drives. Me. Nuts. Really. REALLY.
Not only is my wonderful peace and quiet shattered by the nasty sound they make when swapping off grey matter (they really do share a brain, people), but the barking they do at every tiny thing that moves in our front yard or on our street is enough to send me to the nut house. Do people still get sent to the nut house? Growing up that meant you were going to Mandeville. If you were really bad, I think you were sent to Angola.
So here's the view from my front door, the one which will drive me to drink if my dogs have any say in the matter. Yes, I live at the end of a cul-de-sac, facing another one. The dogs see everything. Oh, and we have two lovely five foot windows which face the street. And I sit in front of one of them. Meaning the dogs sit one in front of each of them, watching. Waiting. To push me over the edge.
I have to go put the dogs away now. And did I mention that they don't bark at every little thing if the Hunny's around? Grrrr.
Until I write again ...