We shipped the boys off to my mom's apartment for the weekend so I could rest, and rest I have.
I was a bit grossed out this morning though. Scott has been teasing about my new puppy eating poop. I think it's a puppy thing, because HIS dog used to do it at that age too. This morning, I walked out into the backyard to let the dogs back in and turned RIGHT back around and yelled for Scott. I told him I didn't want to hear a THING about my puppy's breath and that we were having immediate teeth brushing all around for anyone walking on all fours.
Barqs caught a bird.
I found her face down into it with wings spread out to either side. It looked like her head was about to take flight. Gross. Scott's dealing with the bird and I brushed everyone's teeth so I could stand for them to sit with me :)
He thinks it had to be a slow bird for this eight-year-old old lady Cairn to catch it *laugh*
Anyway, off to maybe catch up on a few shows and 'nag' my husband to bring clothes down from upstairs for me to throw in the washing machines, and to empty the dishwasher and refill it. He's got things he needs to do today (pick up dry cleaning, get a haircut) before he leaves tomorrow for his week-long business trip. I just want to make sure the things I can't do get done as well so I don't have to bring my mom over here for the week to help me. I'm supposed to rest, not stress. :)