Ya’ll know EmmaLou, the Golden Destroyer – see above. You’ve heard for several years now about her antics and her destructive yet loving behavior.
Ya’ll know me by now. Quasi-normal, middle-aged, slightly off kilter humor-wise, often sarcastic, hopefully witty, gorgeous – oops, went too far. Anyway, you know I have this propensity for just being slightly ditzy. Slightly. Let’s not get carried away here.
Tuesday morning started out as such a great day – I was up early and on Twitter just having a great time with all my tweeps playing SmartAss. I had a luscious bagel and 3, count them, 3 cups of yummy coffee. I wrote my blog post. I answered emails. I sent Devoted Spouse out to run an errand – it was a great morning.
About 10:30 or so I had just gotten cleaned up to go for my hair appointment. Thought it was time for a little snack. I love cottage cheese – so does EmmaLou. It’s her favorite snack besides my furniture.
So I opened up a snack sized cottage cheese and hollered out, “EmmaLou, cottage cheese!” No response. I went to the family room and checked the couch, no Emma. I went to the living room and checked the couch, no Emma. I checked the basement thinking Devoted Spouse might have accidentally left her down there. No Emma. I looked out in the back yard; I checked the garage. I remembered that Devoted Spouse was upstairs taking a shower and sometimes Emma likes to just lay on the bed and wait for him. So I stood at the bottom of the stairs and once again hollered out, “EmmaLou, cottage cheese!” Nothing. I started to hyperventilate and panic. Where was my baby?
About 10 seconds later the voice in my head said, “Stupid, Devoted Spouse took EmmaLou to the groomer’s this morning.”
Does anyone have any good recommendations on a nice little sanitorium? This is two days in a row of stupidity on my part – while this makes for amusing reading on your part, this trend is beginning to slightly annoy me.