Mood:
sillyI'm in Florida visiting my sister who, just minutes ago, was describing what she thought her dogs voices sounded like. Melville, she said, had a deep slow voice, kind of like Crush from Finding Nemo. "What's happening, dude?" Quee Queg, on the other hand, being female and hyper is more like a cheerleader. "I'm so happy! Let me in! Let me in!"
Needless to say, it's been a pretty entertaining vacation so far. I arrived Thursday around 10:30 pm after a fairly (thankfully) uneventful flight. Friday we lounged around the house, relaxing, and then ran some errands. These errands including taking the two aforementioned dogs for baths. We took them to this pet store that had this room with a tub like thing and blow drier and towels and the like. Let's just say it was pretty entertaining washing these two dogs. My sister views it as an experiment for me in pet ownership. I view it as my sister taking advantage of the fact she can boss her little sister around again.
We've also decided we're like a MasterCard commercial:
plane ticket to Florida: $176
gum at the airport: $1.50
spending time with your sister taking dogs through a car wash (in the car, this wasn't a secondary bathing method): priceless
There's some things money can't buy (like family) for everything else, there's MasterCard.
I've been enjoying the fact that at everything my sister says or does she qualifies it with "this better not go in your blog." What she doesn't realize is that from some severe blow to the head that I'm sure I've suffered from at some point, my short term memory is practically nil, so by this point I've forgotten most of the things she's told me not to include. Except for the talkng dogs and motel comment.
My sister is married to a guy named Michael, whom I call Mike. He's very nice but a total cornball. Case in point: the note I am looking at right now post-it-ed to her computer: "You fill my heart with happiness." Happiness is qualified by an * which leads you to the footnote reading "* also see delight, joy, love, overwhelming desire..." and I'll just stop there.
Well, I should go before she catches on to what I'm doing. More to come soon!
Laura in FLA
Quote of the Blog
"His name is Paco and he doesn't speak much English, but that's okay with me." ~ me