Dear Husband,

I am watching Medium (Median? Freaky crime scene-ish show with blond girl and guy who reminds me of fiance from Meet Joe Black. Not really in looks, but how he acts. He seems arrogant.). Anyway, I don't really like this show but the thing is I don't know how to change the TV channel. You taught me how to go from DVD to TV to iPod and back again, but I don't know how to change the channel. It could have something to do with using the black remote but it is over there and I am over here. Even if I do pull myself up off this couch (removing Toby from my lap in the process...) I still have to figure out how to use it. And I don't want to. So I am watching Medium or whatever this is called.

Yours,
Wife

P.S. I hope you won tonight. I miss you and I really want to change the channel. Come home soon?

She sent me this while I worked, and it made me smile...

"Angus Lordie was deep in thought as he walked home. At his side, Cyril, sensing his master's abstraction, had briefly tugged at his lead at the point where Dundonald St. joined Drummond Place; he had hoped that Angus might be persuaded to call in at the Cumberland Bar, but his promptings had been ignored. Cyril understood; he knew that his life was an adjunct life, lived in the shadow of his master, and that canine views counted for nothing; yet it would have been good, he thought, to sit on the bar['s black-and-white chequered floor sipping from a bowl of Guinness and staring at the assorted ankles under the table. But this was not to be, and he was rapidly diverted from this agreeable fantasy to the real world of sounds and smells. It is a large room, the world of smells for a dog, and Drummond Place, though familiar territory, was rich in possibilities, each passer-by left a trail that spoke to where he had been and what he had been doing -- a whole history might lie on the pavement, like song-lines across the Australian Outback, detectable only to those with the necessary nose. Other smells were like a palimpsest: odour laid upon odour, smells that could be peeled off to reveal the whiff below. Cyril quivered; a strange scent wafted from a doorway, a musty, inexplicable odour that reminded him of something that he had known somewhere before, in his previous life, a long time ago. He stopped, and tugged at his leash, but Angus ignored his concern, yanking him roughly to heel. Cyril had never bitten his master, not once, but there were times...."

From Alexander McCall Smith's Love Over Scotland

**Many thanks Marme. You made me smile today.

Our weekend in a nutshell:

*Drive to Nashville. Caroline taking up the entire backseat of the car and Toby sitting on my lap. The entire drive.

*Arrive in Nashville where dogs immediately morph from sweet, precious puppies that we love and are proud of to mean, vicious beasts that we want to get rid of. It was amazing- like literally within 2 minutes I was cashing in on the dobe.

*Spend relaxing morning, afternoon and evening with my parents and g-parent.

*Worship with parents at their church.

*Feast on a fantastic Easter lunch at the complete perfect time of the day (wink wink).

*Drive home and begin the week-long process of organizing, cleaning and preparing our home to go on the market.

Regarding the last one- terrible time to sell, homes are just sitting for months on end, you are an idiot for trying to sell in this economic climate... I hear ya. I get it. But we are. So if you or someone you know want to buy our house- BUY IT. Seriously.

Nashville... here we come.

Did somebody call for the long arm of the law?

So we have new neighbors. Where there were once two women (flashback: the two women who woke us up to tell us someone hit our car in the middle of the night) there are now two boys/men.

Jordan met them the other weekend. The closing line to this meeting/greeting was, "WE'RE BIG DRINKERS!"

The other night we saw a police officer walking into their home and the conversation basically went like this:

J-Man: Look a police officer. I guess one of them is a cop.

Me: A police officer that says, "WE'RE BIG DRINKERS" to his new neighbors?

J-Man: Maybe he's a stripper.

Sorry all, this is just a long and kind of roundabout way to say that this observation (read: possible fact) made us think of this clip:




I don't know what I feel safer with: A big drinker police officer or a big drinker stripper. You are probably thinking I should go with A, big drinker police officer, but I'm thinking the big drinker stripper can manage some tough situations... being a stripper and all. Regardless, it further adds to the melting pot that is our street.

Also, sorry for the poor quality. Apparently Danny Devito on a canceled TV show isn't a popular video.

No Poops, No Opps

I think this is serious... go HERE.

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Dear random 13ish year old boy,

Hi. It's me, the dog lady. We met the other day at Sublette Park, remember? Yes. I was the one with the doberman with the one hanging out with two kiddos. You came over and asked to pet the dog. I let you. You talked to her and told me how pretty she was. You also freaked out when she licked your face. You're 13. Things like that should not gross you out yet. Anyway, you asked to walk my dog around the park. I said yes. You were sweet to her, at first, and then you began tugging on her least too hard and forcing her to climb the jungle-gym. I told you she would not willingly go down the slide. I don't know if you heard me. You began walking her around again and then let go of her leash. I guess I understand but I really now regret letting you walk her. You forced me to write a letter to an anonymous dog-walker we'll call blondie. It wasn't your fault but please don't be offended if we meet again and I do not let you walk my dog.

Thanks,
Dog Owner


Dear Blondie dog-walker,

Hi, I'm the owner of the dog that picked a fight with your dog the other day. I'm really sorry. You see, this random 13ish year old boy at the park asked to walk my dog. I should not have let him, but I did. He must have walked my dog into your direction and decided that our dogs meeting would be a good idea. It wasn't. My dog freaked out. The 13ish year old boy dropped her leash and you were caught in the middle of my dog attacking your dog and your dog awkwardly trying to defend itself and get away. You seemed scared at first and then you seemed really mad. I'm sorry. I really am. I realize how my dog can be sometimes but I promise you she is quite a sweet dog. Anyway, I'm sorry. For what it is worth, I am sorry. I learned a great lesson that day: don't let random kids walk my dog. If I see you in the future I'll apologize again. I don't think you really heard me or cared when I said it the first time. But again, I understand.
One question: were you in cahoots with the random Italian preachy lady at the stop sign? Because she definitely stopped traffic to roll her window down and yell things at me when we walked by. Just wondering. It made me feel all the more awkward and un-fit to be a dog owner.

Thanks and again I am sorry,
Owner of the dog that kind of attacked you and your dog