I just wanted to have a nice quiet evening, maybe watch a little Big Bang Theory, eat a Weight Watcher’s ice cream sandwich. That’s not asking too much. It’s been such a stressful day of email issues and stupid cable people. Errands that should have taken only an hour took several hours. The highway was closed down due to a horrid accident. Then Lawn Guy comes to the house, actually comes into my house to announce he just got out of the hospital and is still recovering from a MRSA infection. Gah. MRSA!! There wasn’t enough soap available in the entire neighborhood to scrub Devoted Spouse and me after Lawn Guy left. Ick, ick.
So I didn’t think it was asking too much just to play some Hearts on my laptop while waiting for the arrival of Sheldon and Leonard on tv. Then I heard the screaming from Devoted Spouse in the family room. Trusty canine had struck yet again. I flung the laptop onto the nearest end table, sprung out of the recliner, ran to the family room hollering all the way, “What in Hades is going on out here?” only to discover one of my fairly new couch pillows in pieces. The Golden Destroyer ate my pillow – Gah – just when I think she’s over this ridiculous dog phase of eating everything in sight, she pulls another EmmaLou stunt. I threw her golden butt out the back door thinking she just had an unusual amount of canine energy and running around the yard would help burn it up. So what did she do? Chased rabbits into a patch of poison ivy. Did I mention Devoted Spouse is highly susceptible to poison ivy? So, now the trusty canine is back inside and I’m hoping she doesn’t brush up against the happy hubby.
It’s simply too much for my feeble brain to handle. I need a time out. I’m going to go hide in my crap room and read my vampire story. The one I bought today at Borders and told the clerk it was a gift for my daughter because I was too embarrassed to admit I’m reading this teen tripe myself. Ack-ack.
Calgon, take me away…