Monday, August 17, 2009

This Picture Has Nothing to do With This Post. I Just Like It. So, There.

Did I Fail to Mention that School Starts this Week?

Wednesday, actually which; don’t even get me started on the ridiculousness of starting the school year in the middle of the week and, on early release day, no less. That’s our tax dollars at work, folks.

On the other hand, I still have today and tomorrow to relax without having to be the Morning Nazi so, glass half full, yada, yada.

Ironically, the kids fail to see the ridiculousness of the situation and are actually looking forward to starting school (I know, let that sink in for a moment) and, we managed to get all their school clothes and supplies this weekend.

Because I planned the trip so well, we totally missed the traffic snarles and hoopla surrounding the President’s visit to Neighboring City for one of his Town Hall meetings and, for that, I am quite proud. We even had time to grab lunch at the Chik-Fil-A (best chicken in the free world, hands down) and, we can say the children will be properly outfitted for their first day in fifth and eighth grades.


On a topic not remotely connected, Rowdie is recovering well from his trip to the vet. As far as I can tell, the only side effect of his recent sterilization (or, his total emasculation, as Hugh has deemed it) is a generalized air of suspicion whenever he is around me. I’m fairly certain he has guessed (correctly) that it was I who put Hugh up to having the surgery done and I’m doing my best to make it up to him, showing him extra affection and making sure that he gets first choice of the garden tomatoes but, still, total suspicion about my motives, I can tell.

On the other hand, he still jumps when I throw a ball and, if we have prevented his urge to introduce himself to small children via his penis, well, then, all is well that ends well.


  1. awww sweet picture ... the word school has me going into panic attacks....

  2. My kid started on a Thursday, but this is just par for the course in the grand state of Alabama. Makes no sense to me either. Love the picture of that precious dog as well!!

  3. If Rowdie continues to feel depressed, you can always go back to the vet and get him some neuticles.