Wild and crazy times at the house

Angela went to Wicked last night as part of a team-building experience with her office. How sweet is that? But since I'm not part of the team I couldn't go. I wish I were writing a Wicked blog today, but instead I have to write about lying on the couch with a blanket and a pile of schnauzers, watching Joey and Will & Grace, and falling asleep during CSI. I was outta control. But I'm well-rested today.

I got home from work and discovered a spot in the bedroom where one of the dogs must have puked earlier this morning, and although I have no proof I'm sure it was Sophie. She has a sensitive stomach, and when compared to other dogs she pukes at a ratio of about twelve to one. The funny thing is, there were a couple of toys sitting on top of the stain so she must have felt bad and tried to cover it up. Other dogs don't practice such manners. Silly Boo. She doesn't look guilty, but moms know these things.


I'm ready for football this weekend. Go Longhorns, Huskers, Colts, and Cowboys! I'm not going to point out that the Colts are the only undefeated team left in the NFL because I wouldn't want to jinx them or anything. I love the Colts! Tony Dungy for President! I've been trying to hold back with the Colts obsession lately, but evidence of it slips out sometimes.

Have a great weekend.