What an incredibly amazing thrill it was to receive the following parcel recently:
A homemade, personalized superhero themed face mask, made by the talented and witty Dr. Spo, for yours truly. Please note that this is not only reversible, but carefully crafted so the images work perfectly with the design (Case in point: Thor’s spinning hammer in the first pic.) Although you can’t see it, it brought a huge smile to my face. Thanks, Spo!!!!
Sure, you may be tired of seeing pics of my perfectly precious puppy pals, but I’m not tired of posting them, so here are some recent favorite shots of them, in all their glory:
Snuggling in Other Dad’s Office while he’s working:
Rita looking forlorn:
Harvey’s 3-part process:
1. Looks for something to read (or chew?)
2. Gives me a final chance to give him a treat.
3. Deems me treat-less and curls up to sleep.
Rita Mae, Circus Contortionist!
“So, THIS is the guy you were talking about? Yeah, we could take ’em!”
“I got chills! They’re multiplyin’.”
“What? She likes it, Dad.”
This one melted my phone (and my heart):
“I think I heard a food wrapper opening in Texas…”
“I’ll take my tea in the study, thank you.”
While I do have things I want to blog about (see above), I am so burned out by the end of my work day (which seems to get later every day) and week, that composing cohesive thoughts and being even remotely pleasant is very difficult. Work has become so much more stressful than ever before, and there are days its all I can do not to throw in the towel, tender my resignation, and learn to live off the land. (And by land, I mean Jeffrey.) Every workday ends with a headache and heartburn, and I’m tense all day. I’m basically on call 24/7, so even if my work day is technically over, it never really is. 2216 days to go…sigh…