Well, the day is almost here.
I can deny it all I want but it’s coming.
How can that be????
So now I’m trying to decide……….
……………..how do I want to express my mid-life crisis???
Of course, the Mr. likes to point out that we are BEYOND mid-life.
That’s so hateful.
I may live to be 100.
You don’t know!!!
I’ve narrowed it down to two things: a mini tattoo OR a radical hairstyle change.
It’s tough because one of those choices is more painful than the other.
I mean, have you ever tried to grow out bangs?????
The Mr. suggested that I go completely blonde.
He’s so full of helpful thoughts.
But I vetoed that right quick.
I’ve got plenty of yellow-headed people in my life.
Plus, blondes don’t have near as much fun as they provide entertainment for the rest of us brown-headed folks.
I’ve got a ton of stories about my blonde sister but I’ve got to share this one about my friend Erica.
Erica is one of the Fierces and we’ve had lots of laughs over the years.
Like the time her chest butted me out the door of our office right into a crowd of Amish folks.
Or the time Jane and I teamed up to scare her (at work, of course) and she screamed and put her trashcan on her head.
That girl is a hoot and a HALF!!!
Anyway, one day we were headed down the hallway at work, and our boss stopped us to ask for some information. She had a big-wig attorney with her and we were all trying to put on our most professional demeanor. Well, when she asked Erica for something, Erica told her she would get it right away, turned and walked right into the wall.
I mean, she WALKED into that wall.
When she bounced off the wall, we all just busted a gut.
Did I mention that we worked at a hospital?????
We’re so very professional.
But before you get the impression that only blondes do silly things, let me tell you about Mrs. Gore’s daughter.
Mrs. Gore writes a blog that I thoroughly enjoy. I even follow her on the Facebook. She’s got 4 precious children and another on the way. If you get a chance, check out Mrs. Gore’s Diary.
One of her kids (a brunette of all things) does so many dingy things that Mrs. Gore has nicknamed her “Oh Honey”.
Now if you’re from the South, you know what that means.
Kinda like “bless her heart”.
One day my blonde sister pointed out that my little blonde Winston was the Oh Honey in our family.
And I do believe she’s right.
The Mr. and I have decided that enough is a dag-on ‘nough of these barking, begging dogs at mealtime.
I mean ENOUGH!!!!
Taj is usually the problem while Winston just sits there waiting for us to respond to Taj.
But we did some online research about breaking the habit and decided that the Dog Whisperer was on the right track.
Now when we eat, there is no talking to the dogs, no eye contact and no physical contact.
That is, of course, until the Mr. can’t take any more and yells QUIET at the top of his lungs, which is NOT how you whisper to dogs.
It’s working like a charm.
So Taj is finally getting the hint and he will stay somewhat quiet.
But Winston has decided to take up the slack.
He just doesn’t get it and he barks and barks until he gets himself choked up and then he coughs and coughs.
The other night I had to put a stop to it!
So I got up from the table, walked into the dining room with Winston following me. I doubled back and closed the pocket door before he could come back into the kitchen. I sat back down and sure enough, the barking continued.
That little cutie barked and barked.
And then coughed and coughed.
And then barked and barked.
The Mr. finally looks at me and says, “Does he not realize that he can come around to the other door?”