I don't sleep anymore apparently. I am usually the one sleeping for 10 hours a night. But it's OK because there is so much to do to get ready for our move.
Dave's interviews with the DC Microsoft group are TOMORROW. (Can you say Sunday blues?) I am distracting him with Chipotle and promising to iron his clothes & pack for him--not that that helps any. I am sure they will love him. Who doesn't love Dave?!
My friend Susan got the Sunday Blues so badly that she had to have hotdogs--every Sunday. I bought her this for Christmas to make it all-better:
Today the doggies and I played "Find It!" with delicious ham after our 500-mile walk. They sniff the food and then I hide it somewhere in the house while they wait and then they're off--kind-of like an Easter Egg hunt. It's their favorite game.
Tomorrow we hope to find out whether Lumbley is a boy or a girl! I only have the decor all worked out if it's a girl. Merrimekko poppies in hot pink:
OK-that's all for today!
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1 comment:
Hee hee...the faboo hot dog maker. I consoled my Sunday blues yesterday with Char Grill. Woot!
I used to watch MTV from 2 - 5 a.m. every night when preggo with my first. Back when they showed videos.
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