I had such high hopes for Saturday.
Our Christmas Tree is supposed to reside where the three Sansevierias live.
Ahhhh, the weekend, time get all our shit in order!
Our first assignment was figuring out what replacement appliances we wanted for our hurricane ravaged Condo and get them ordered. My biggest dilemma was replacing the washing machine; the dryer survived because it’s a stackable unit, but I considered upgrading from GE (wasn’t overly enthused with it) to an Electrolux set. (I LOVE my Electrolux washer that we have at the big house) After much research, I still couldn’t make up my mind and ended up just getting the same model that we had. Meanwhile, as I was entrenched in the rabbit hole for ONE item, the Coach found and ordered the dishwasher, microwave drawer, range, fridge and fridge drawers for the bar area. He’s obviously impervious to rabbit holes.
We intended to bring ALL the Christmas stuff from the big garage into the house, then we’d plant some ixoras I had bought earlier in the week, spread 10 bails of pine straw and 50 bags of mulch, all before 4:15 because we had VIP tickets to a concert. (38 Special, Jake Owen, Brad Paisley)
I woke up ready to tackle the world, and sadly all I tackled was conceding to the same washing machine because by 11:00 a.m I was back in bed with a headache, sinus pain and achey bones. I laid around the rest of the day unhappy and fretting about bed sores.
An entire day wasted!
Fortunately, I was feeling much better on Sunday and all the Saturday things happened, aside from the concert because musicians are selfish.
THIS AIN’T NO MICHAEL VICK SHOW, WELL NOT INTENTIONALLY
We’ve hit a milestone here at Casa De La Busy Bee.
But first: Bitches be tripping.
The dogs are mostly getting along, but we do have a ‘possessive problem’ with Peanut; meaning she is possessive of Coach and I when it comes to Lillie.
This is how it happens: I or the Coach are on the couch (or bed) sitting with Peanut, Lillie approaches to get on the couch (or bed) and Peanut loses her shit and attacks. Lillie attacks back. If Lillie is the first dog on the couch or bed and Peanut joins us, it’s all hunky dory, so it’s apparent who the problem child is.
Let me tell you, there’s nothing more frightening than two crazed dogs baring teeth, barking, snaring and ready to kill each other over your love. Well, I guess two Large Crazed dogs might be worse.
*Before I finished writing this, I was putting the tree skirt under the tree, Peanut was investigating my every move, Lillie approached and chaos ensued.
Here is Lillie letting everyone know she is A Gift and Peanut is in timeout.
Anyhoo, back to the Milestone
Much like women who live together for any amount of time, you start to have synced cycles. (either that or we’re just bitchy at
all the the same time)
There is also a phenomenon known as Synchronized Pooping. I might be the only person who knows about this until now, but I’m declaring it a thing right here, so it’s now official.
I used to marvel at this Magic Trick with Cocoa and Ozzie, then Cocoa and Callie, then Callie and Lillie and on Monday morning, I witnessed Lillie and Peanut pooping in unison; it’s like they were putting on a well practiced ballet for me.
Are you gonna break up with me because I didn’t document this magical event with a photo or video?
Have you had anyone (humans or pets) fight over your attention?
What about Simultaneous Pooping. Have I opened your eyes to something new & magical?
Your friend Suz, who might be injured at the
hands paws of those who adore her, so I’m wishing you a magical Christmas now while I still have all my digits.