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19 March 2009

I was gooed, y'all

Not much happening stitching wise. I am coming down with a head cold. It makes it hard for me to concentrate on things. I'm not sick, but I'm not well. I wear a nose strip at night because I gasp snore, and the stupid things don't stick well (yet still manage to leave a goo that doesn't come off unless you scrub really hard, even toner doesn't take it off). This morning, I realized the thing wasn't on my nose, but I figured it was stuck on the bed, so I went about my merry, bleary way, let the dogs out, went to brush my teeth. I found the strip, y'all. In. My. Hair. Right at my temple. And shockingly, non-gooey. It makes no sense.

So, pleased at my gooless start to the day and happy that my headcold has still not totally manifested itself (I don't function well when I am really sick), I finished getting ready for work. I headed outside to talk to the boys. They look forward to our morning, stepmother to step-furbaby talk; so do I. They insist they will do their best to take care of their daddy when he's home and they're in charge. And that they love me, that I am fascinating, and kind, and beautiful (they flatter). I tell them they are the best boys, and the nicest pittybulls ever (I flatter too). Anyway, I get my kisses, I give them pets, and get the same back. One swipes me across the arm.

That darn Shocka . . . He was outside 10 minutes, 15 minutes ar most. He has a slight drool issue. OK, maybe not slight. Maybe . . . the dog drools like a faucet. His brother does not. But it should take at least a half hour for the drool spigot to start working, right? Apparently, not so, because, after I get to work, and am in sunlight, I look at my left arm, the one he swiped his mouth across, and I see a line of dried GOO across my sleeve. And, as if to add insult to injury, there was a piece of chewed grass STUCK to my shirt. I always tell SO we have a pig and a cow. The pig is Beazer because he snorts like a pig, and the cow is Shocka because he is black and white, has big soft eyes. So was he trying to be a cow by eating grass? Crazy dog . . .

8 comments:

Suzanne said...

My big dog is a drooler too. After he has been playing with the dachshund, the little doxie is slimed in several places and I have to wash him off...LOL

Annie said...

I've always wondered whether those strips worked to control snoring. I was thinking of trying them during allergy season to see if they helped with breathing in general at night. Glad I got the 'goo' warning from you!

CindyMae said...

You just gotta love them furbabies!!! I adore mine, even when I show up to work with a huge mud paw print right on my rear end and did not even know it until my boss pointed it out! LOL

Pam said...

Glad you survived! Your post is a stitch, as always!

Lori-Ann said...

At least he isn't eating bigger things... like rocks! LOL.

Eeeewww... sound like you had a very gooey day. Get better soon.

Siobhan said...

ROFLOL at the goo story... slightly grossed out but it's amazing what one will do for the love of their animal(s)!! ;) LOL at the strip in your hair, too. Hey, at least you found it before you went out, right?! LOL Hope you're feeling better!

Suzanne said...

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Pumpkin said...

I hope you feel better. I'm fighting off one and I think I'm winning for once :oD

LOL! Our dogs love to graze. It's crazy. Luckily they don't drool :oP

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