2008-05-10
5/10/08
Saturdays have always been my favorite day of the week. I must admit that lately, I love them even more. Bill has been going to his shop to catch up his paperwork on Saturdays, when it's quiet. Shelby is working and her Saturday hours are 7am to 4pm. That means...ME time for most of EVERY Saturday. Aaah. Sigh of contentment.
Yesterday was a much better day at work. Apparently MH went straight home from work and got a great night's sleep. We got a TON of work done and ended the day friends again. (We never weren't friends. I don't say anything when she's crabby. I just keep my big mouth shut.)
When I came home, I was looking forward to an hour or so of quiet because Bill and Shelby were both working until 7. No such luck. The dogs just about drove me insane, whimpering and begging for attention. Honestly, it was like having three 2 year olds. They wanted to go outside to play, but it was raining. They wanted to play fetch, seperately, each with their own toy. They were fighting over the 500 gazillion chewy bones they have. It was nuts. I had a flashback to when Mike and Jeff were little and stuck in the house on a rainy day.
When I was bathing Pepper the other night, he moved his head quickly and I jammed my finger into the side of the bathtub. It hurt a bit, but I didn't pay much attention to it. When I woke up yesterday, the finger was swollen and the knuckle was turning a lovely shade of blue. I can bend it, so I know it's not broken. But it HURTS to bend it. I was looking around the house, trying to find something to use as a finger brace. Shelby kindly offered to eat 2 popsicles for me. I decided to take apart a clothes pin and taped it to the finger. I got a lot of attention yesterday because of my finger. Not because of my ingenious splint, because of WHICH finger it was on. Yep, you guessed it. The finger I hurt is my middle finger.
I spent most of the day flipping people off.
What more could you ask for on a Friday?