Quote Du Jour:
“You can say any foolish thing to a dog, and the dog will give you a look that says, ‘My God, you’re right! I never would’ve thought of that!’”
–Dave Barry

It’s quiet here. DH and DS went flying this morning, leaving me here at the house. All alone.

WOOHOO!

I did the dishes, started a load of laundry, made the bed, and showered. Now I’m going to put on some music and work on the chapter newsletter. I haven’t really started the one for July and I need to get busy with it.

Went to pick up DH at the airport last night. His flight arrived at 8 pm and it was a total friggin’ zoo. I had to park on the second level of the parking garage and then there was a gaggle of people pouring out of the airport. Some of them were so rude, it ticked me off. I’ve got my 3-yr-old by the hand and we’re trying to walk in and all the people with their enormous rolling bags are barreling through like they don’t even see me.

I gave them all the evil eye until they were forced to move over. Jackasses. Then as we waited for Hubby to deboard, lots of yowling could be heard. There were two cats, each in a carrier, making it known just how much they didn’t appreciate being in a carrier. They were two pissed off pussycats. Poor things. I can only imagine their trauma once they get wherever they’re going.

When I had my cat - a big fat orange tabby - I moved 40 miles west, about a one hour drive. I had two small Shih-Tzu’s at the time too, and drove a Chevy S-10 pickup. Well, the truck was completely full, as was the cab. The dogs rode up front with me, but I had no place for the cat. I knew I had to put her in the carrier. I secured her (in the carrier) in the truck bed.

Man, she was so ticked at me. When I got to my new home and released her, she disappeared. I didn’t see her for two weeks. I knew she was eating, though, because when I’d come home from work, her food dish would be empty.

Anyhoo… guess I better make use of this quiet time.