Thursday, July 1, 2010

It's Hurricane Season Again

Sorry about our extended absence.  I would like nothing more than to tell you we have been busy doing important things, but that isn't the entire truth.  Gina has been busy self medicating from the wedding planning crazies, and I have spent the last 2 nights cleaning up the house after the natural disaster.

The weathermen get very excited every year during hurricane season.  If a hurricane appears to be destined for any part of the Texas coast, we are doomed and will surely be cursed with flood level rains.  Never mind that the Texas coast is like huge, and at best my hometown received an inch of rain during each of the last few hurricanes.  We are nothing here in Texas if not dramatic.

So naturally, I wasn't expecting to be cleaning up after a natural disaster yesterday evening.

My house was toilet papered.  Interiorly, which is totally a word.  It was obviously an inside job. And for the record, this was only equivalent to 1/4 of the total toilet paper I cleaned up.  I was a little too angry to reach for the camera until after it was nearly cleaned. 

But the *bastard* wasn't done.

We had to glue the metal *life saving device* back on so the treadmill would work.  Which means I am totally screwed if I ever fall while running.  It is almost inevitable that I will be scalped by treadmill. Exercise really is going to kill me.

I worked my deductive reasoning skills honed by years of crime drama TV and came to the conclusion that the bite marks resemble the dog more than the husband.  To be sure though, I called his office and confirmed with his secretary that he was in the office all morning. 

But how can I be mad at this face?

He's just too damned cute. 
And also he is currently humping his bed.  Fantastic.

I promise we will be back in full force during July.  With a wedding on the horizon, I foresee tons of blog worthy material. 


Sarah RDH said...

Well hurricanes are a non-issue here, but I've slept through about 4 tornados now, which is equally as awesome. But makes me feel like a really bad (or at least really tired) mom for not taking my kids into nasty wet basement safety.

I applaud you for still being a dog-owner. This is one of my many reasons why I cannot own a dog at this point in my life.

I wish that during my wedding planning process, I had any inkling was blogging was. I know I had some doozies the blogosphere would've appreciated.

Becky Mochaface said...

Oh the Texas weatherman drama. It's always something with them. ICE! and SLEET! during the winter. And now HURRICANES!

I couldn't be mad at that face either. Instead I would just bury my face in the soft fur of the neck which is what I do with my dog.

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