This morning was going well, until I went into the fridge to put Cooper’s lunch together, and realized that the chicken I had put in there yesterday to thaw, had thawed. And leaked. Down onto two shelves below and into two veggie drawers. GAH. Chicken goo. I hate chicken goo. So that had to be cleaned. Then as I went to put Cooper’s coat on to leave, I realized he needed a diaper change. A poopy diaper change. And of course his father was outside starting the cars.
The first picture is what a friend from high school sees when he looks out his front door, somewhere in central CA. The second is what I see. It is 14 degrees right now in Boston.
And then there this excerpt from my life last night: I had peeled a banana for Cooper, and managed to drop the entire thing on the floor before cutting it into pieces. Of course as usual I had three dogs circling below me, waiting for just this opportunity. Buster the man eating beagle got it first. I decided that swallowing an entire banana whole was probably a bad idea for him, so I grabbed his collar and managed to get half of it to fall to the floor. This act is akin to sticking your hand into a pit of hungry alligators. I managed to get that half away before he ate my arm off. I split that half with the other dogs. All of this happened within sight and earshot of the Bob, who was in the living room. He finally said “What?” in response to things I was saying to the dogs.
Me, in frustration at him not noticing my death defying banana grabbing stunt: I could get abducted by aliens in here, 50 feet away from you and you would never know.
The Bob: Would they leave a note?
Me: That is totally going in the blog