Well, shit. My parents won’t be back until the 13th, which pretty much blows the shit out of biking *next* weekend, too, for the same reasons. Meanwhile, we now have two dogs, one of whom doesn’t like children of any kind and the other of whom has diarrhea, however that’s spelled. They’re both wimps and are having sort of dominance wars which are running something like this:
Chantico: *leap leap bound* (translation: Play with me! Play with me!)
Annie: *high-pitched yelp* (translation: For the love of God, DON’T HURT ME!)
Chantico: *panicked whimper* *hides under couch* (translation: I’M SORRY! I’M SORRY!)
Lucy: *glares at everybody* (You brought ANOTHER DOG into MY HOUSE?)
Chantico: *leap leap bound* (Play with me! Play with me!)
Annie: *growl* (leave me alone)
Lucy: *HISSS, GROOOOOOOOOWWWWWL*
and so on and so forth.
I have not finished my Xena drawings, I have not seen next week’s preview for Buffy, I have not gone biking, and I stepped in dog shit sometime this afternoon. I am, how shall we say, CRABBY.
I also have to get up at 5:30 to bring my parents to the airport, so I’m going to bed now.
Poor Lucy. And where was Zilli in all of this?