Ramblin’ Prose

He’s going to hate us tomorrow.

We took Pip to be fixed and chipped Thursday.

Excuse me for a sec while I grimace.

Susan got the call mid-morning that everything went well, except that they had to make another incision because one of his testicles had not descended.

Excuse me while I cross my legs.

Despite the fact that he was not here tonight, both Susan and I felt the need to take him out for a walk every hour.

It’s amazing how you can get into those habits.

Meanwhile, we had more time with the girls last night. Abby typed up her N.C A to Z project with Susan’s help. Camille worked out to an exercise video.

Don’t ask.

I got home late, but had some quality time. And we’re enjoying reading Because of Winn-Dixie.

When the storms came, I stayed up for the extended coverage on WFMY, which was exciting for the first 8 hours. I chuckled when they kept trying to tell people how important the weather event was with tornadoes cropping up all over the place despite several calls complaining that people were missing “Survivor.”

We survived without it.