For some reason the dog has chosen to sleep outside the last couple of nights. She's not really an outside dog. It used to be she would go out to "do her business" and come right back inside. I've noticed lately that when the kids start fighting, Ashley (the dog) goes right to the back door and begs to get outside where it's quiet. Sometimes I think it would be a good idea to join her but at night they are sleeping. Last night I even made a point to call for her, in case she felt like we were just forgetting about her. I'll admit I couldn't remember if she was in or out, but when she didn't come I assumed she was inside somewhere. This morning when I got up she was scratching to get in. What the Hell, dog? Is it really better outside?
Stacy (one of the infamous Blue Monkey Butt sisters) posted these shoes on Facebook.
I commented with "You crack me up with your shoes. Again, I would kill myself in these. You enjoy them:)" What I really meant to say was "What the Hell?" While I agree they are totally cute, who chooses to walk around in 4 1/2 inch heels? She's a total girly girl.
Speaking of Facebook. You know the status updates that your supposed to copy and paste, for at least one hour? What the Hell is that? What's the point of "at least one hour"? I found one yesterday that stayed up all day and it didn't even have the hour requirement...
Please copy and paste this to your status if you know someone, or have been affected by someone, who needs a smack upside the head. People who need a smack upside the head affect the lives of many. There is still no known cure for someone who deserves a smack upside the head, except a smack ......upside... the head, but we can raise awareness. Many won't copy and paste this. I did. Will you? :)
Isn't that great?
Actual conversation between Hubster and I Monday morning.
Me: Who's picking the kids up for VBS, you or your parents?
Him: What does it matter. It will be the same time regardless of who picks them up.
Me: Oh. Okay. What time will that be?
Him: I don't know. I'll have to ask my mom.
What the Hell? Am I the only one who thinks this is utterly ridiculous?
That's all for me. Head on over to Elle and Stacy's place and play along.