Memoir

Today was both mine and my sister's scheduled day off. So she came over. And I learned something about her that I didn't know. SHE LOVES POPPYCOCK!




I had never had Poppycock before and in my opinion it is WAY better than Crackerjacks.



Here's me wearing my awesome earplug. I've figured out the reason that I've been feeling crappy is because I have an earache and my earache is causing my throat to hurt. Something as simple as an earplug makes me feel 80 percent better. It's the new fad.

Jasmine wants an earplug, too.



Jazzy tried to get into the Poppycock and Carrie said, "Dogs can't have Poppycock!"

My blurted response? "No, but they can have PUPPYcock."

Oh dear lord. I'm going to hell. We had a good laugh about it. There's nothing funnier than penis jokes.

We lost our trusty window fan this week, it just quit on us, and so our bedroom was hotter than usual last night. Sean turned to me and asked if I wanted to drag our double [sleeping] bag downstairs. Our central air gets pretty cool downstairs and so we decided on a family field trip.



Sammy Oscar, our "needs to be on a set schedule" dog, was pretty upset that he was sleeping downstairs away from his puppy bed. He kept walking to the top of the stairs and hitting the door with his paw.



But in the end, I'm pretty sure it was Sammy who slept the best out of all of us. I don't mind sleeping on the floor, but man, I'd rather be sleeping in my bed.



At least it was nice and cool, and at least we camped out as a family. Our next plan is to see how the dogs react to tents so we can take doggy camping trips. OMG, can you imagine?

Me and the pups just woke up. It's 3:25PM.

I called out of work sick today for the first time since December. I feel extremely guilty for it, like I'm letting my team down and severely handicapping my stats. I woke up at 6:30 and have been going back and forth as to whether or not I should go. But when your throat hurts and your job involves talking all day long, it's best to let it ride itself out. I'd be useless if I went anyway.

I know none of you want to hear me whine about a sore throat, so I'll stop now and tell you that Sean and I finally started to rip down those nasty wood sheds in our yard this weekend. I'm thrilled, although I think this project is going to take us a while (and we still have no means of getting rid of the rubbish afterwards) because whoever built these things put a million screws and nails everywhere. It took us two hours to get a small section of the roof off.





And Jasmine decided to dig a hole as I was working on the roof. Smart dog. She knew I couldn't stop her without a whole lot of effort on my part, so she dug away even as I was reprimanding her.



Doesn't she look proud?

I just have to share this photo with you. My throat has been killing me for the last two days, it feels like I've swallowed razorblades. This isn't unusual for me. I've had ear trouble since I was a baby and have gone through several surgeries to get my hearing back. My left ear bothers me often and my left gland is in a constant state of swollen.



Tonight though, it HURTS. Sean made me an ice cream sundae to help ease the pain a bit. And then I asked him if he could see if my throat was red or cut at all. So here I am on the couch, Sean is leaning over me, and I've got the coffee table lamp over my head so that he can see down my throat. Meanwhile, our front windows are wide open.

When Sean stated, "I wonder what the neighbors would think of us if they happened to peer in our window right about now", we both laughed and I pulled out my cellphone for such a photo op.

That's blogworthy, isn't it?

PS. OUCH.