Mood: silly
So my sister called to tell me she read my "less than flattering blog entry." She wanted to point out that she had been to the Marble Slab before and the one she went to had people with a little better concept of helping the customer. I would like to say that my sister is actually quite intelligent and even pretty wise about some things, which is actually kind of scary.
Also scary is the hurricane that will soon be hitting my sister's home. Apparently it's gone from a level 2 (duck and cover) to a level 4 (hope you have some homeowner's insurance). I saw images from Key West and it looks pretty bad.
The name of the hurricane is Charley, which is also the name of my coworkers' baby son (spelled Charlie). I am hoping that Charley will not mean that Charlie will grow up with a temperment like a hurricane. He's such a sweet little baby - and soooooooo cute! Nothing like a baby to get the hormones flowing.
Right now I'm trying to imagine my sister, her 6'4" husband, her two dogs, and three cats crammed into her one bathroom without windows. Keep in mind this bathroom is also where the keep the litter boxes. And to appease the dogs, she'll have to bring in some "babies." These are stuffed dog toys that the pups, especially Queequeg (no space, as my sister pointed out), love to play with. There is one particular baby that at one point in time was a very cute rabbit. Now it looks like the tragic result of a farm accident. The pink bunny used to have four legs, cute whiskers, two eyes, and a little nose. Bunny now has one leg that is still attached and no face. When Liz showed me the original in the store, I laughed so hard I was concerned that I would be the one needing the litter box. My sister, being the kind soul that she is, continues to sew the bunny so the dogs can tear it apart yet again.
Quote of the Blog
"Ken, my eyes are up here."
~ me