My First Round of Plastic Surgery

Both of my boys have a stuffed dog named Dominic.

When I took Grant up for his nap today we found Dominic like this.

pre-op

When asked what happened to Dominic, Grant said “Daddy did it.”

Dominic was rushed downstairs for emergency plastic surgery.

Dominic needed his ears done.

Although I not crafty by any means I was able to reattach the ear with few complications from surgery.

Dominic is in bed resting comfortably and is very medicated.

post-op

Falling For You

It is cold today.

There was an ice storm last night.

Schools have been called off.

My school is still in session (snow schedule).

My husband was nice enough to get the driveway prepped for my departure.

When he came inside I noticed a trail of what looked like Oreo cookie crumbs behind him.

I asked what the mess was.

The conversation went like this:

ME: what is all over the floor?
HIM: dirt.
ME: dirt?
HIM: Yeah, we didn't have any salt or sand. I put down potting soil for traction.

I did not reply.

I just took out my Dust Buster and cleaned up the mess.

I couldn't make this crap up.

SIDE NOTE:

Potting soil is not effective as an ice melt.

It makes frozen mud.

That is slippery.

I fell.

It hurt.

Next Time Around

They always say hindsight is 20/20.

Looking back you can always see how you would have, could have, or should have done things differently.

Until recently I never really looked at my life like that.

Until recently…

Today I am very much in the "woulda, coulda, shoulda" mode.

It is a sucky mode to be in.

It makes my heart heavy.

Sticks and stones may break my bones…

but words sometimes really hurt too.

Sometimes words do the most serious damage.

Wordless Wednesday

My Wednesdays are NEVER wordless…so why do I even bother?

Our Christmas tree is finally up. It takes all of 5 minutes.

The sucker opens up like an umbrella and already has the lights on it.

It is a sad pathetic little guy.

It is especially sad this year since there are no ornaments.

My youngest Carter is a spider monkey and he is going to take that tree down like a professional wrestler.

I thought we would forgo ornaments and save me from some headaches and Carter from some spankings.

Your welcome.  

It's a Charlie Brown Christmas