This week has been so crazy that I can hardly keep up with my phone. THATS saying something. And Lynn is out of town so I’ve been moping about that.
I haven’t had time to draw. So here are a few lame pics to distract you from my shortcomings (or to highlight them. Whichever)
We went to a wedding party on a ranch last Saturday night. It was fabulous. Siegfried and Boy cleaned a dirty camper using an entire package of my wet wipes. Fun for them, I guess…
Boy has allergies and thus spends his crabby hours walking around with his blankie stuffed in his mouth.
Also I’m still doing the projects.
I dyed these lamps red.
….and the counter top. And both my hands. And several of Siegfried’s socks….
And I’m moving everything on my walls around. This picture of Siegfried and I?
Its been EVERYWHERE. On EVERY WALL.
Now its in the bedroom.
But what I’ve spent most of my time and energy doing this week is moping about The Wump.
We got a letter from the HOA here saying that he was
a total lard-butt way over the weight limit and we had to get rid of him immediately.
First I was all…
Which immediately turned to….
And now its….
We couldn’t find anyone who would take him. So I started calling rescues and shelters. Full, full, full. Overflowing, in fact.
For a second there I thought we might have to put him to sleep. But then family came to our rescue and agreed to take him. Thank you, family.
We’ve had him for 7 years. He’s been EVERYWHERE, man! He’s even been to the French Quarter in New Orleans. I haven’t even been to New Orleans.
Anyway, yet another ode to my dog.
Before I had babies, he was my baby.
(Wow. Look at the size of my feet. Remind me never to wear flip flops with skinny jeans….)
But then I had Siegfried while in Africa and I had to explain to the Wump that he was now playing second fiddle.
Poor, poor sweet Wumpy.
His fur drives me nuts. And his constant skittering around in the kitchen. But I still love him.
My lazy freak-of-nature…..