Puppy: Is definitely the black girl assuming she still looks good after WR (the Western Reserve specialty, which is next weekend). I should get her in maybe a week and a half.
Puppy name: Being hotly debated.
House: Bathroom tile is finished; kitchen cabinets will be designed and ordered (which sounds quite impressive but it’s basically just telling the Home Depot lady whether we want a big sink or a little sink) on Monday.
Dog room: Painted.
Dog fence: Not moved yet. Was hot enough today that when I stood outside I felt my pancreas cooking, so we’re going to try again after church.
Kids: Went to the beach with my sisters while we painted. Came back completely encrusted with sand, burned (through 60+ sunblock), exhausted, and happy. We came back from painting completely encrusted with latex paint, burned out, exhausted, and filthy. Not exactly an even trade but I was unbelievably grateful to have them out of our hair for a few hours.
Dogs: Driving me up a wall but fine. Constant neighbor-dog barking continues. And continues. And is met by fresh arias by my dogs. And is answered back. I feel like my lips are permanently frozen in a shushing posture. Oversized red dog that was either a ridgeless Ridgeback or a mix-of-enormous-proportions (I am voting for former; Doug thinks latter) was actually loose on the grounds today, posturing under the windows and making all 40-something dogs in the complex LOSE THEIR BOWELS. I have never heard such screeching and screaming and barking and little nails on windows as I have heard today. I will be so. freaking. glad to be able to move my dogs back to a yard.
Blessings (counting them): A marriage that not only withstands this but is good enough that we sit on the couch and laugh all evening about how horrid the day was. Sisters who are not afraid of sand. Pizza. Dogs who get along. The pizza again. Kids all asleep in the same bed, little pink knees slathered with aloe.