Hi! Remember me? My apologies for being AWOL from WIPW last week. It's the first one I've missed. 45 in a row! And it took a seriously broken heart and a nasty computer virus (excellent timing!) to derail me. Ah well, I guess it's not the end of the world, since my one and only WIP at the moment is my relationship. No pictures of our progress, but we're still working through stuff, still in counseling, and still holding out hope. Could be worse, right?
The eating has gotten a bit better, but still isn't back to normal. Lucky for me, I have plenty of reserves to work with and a closet full of clothes that suddenly fit a whole lot better. Silver linings and all that. The knitting mojo still hasn't returned, but I'm holding out hope. Maybe I'll be able to pick it up again this week. Here's hoping.
I gotta say, I'm eternally grateful that you all are still stopping by and checking up on me and leaving me sweet comments and sending really thoughtful emails. They've made a HUGE impact. Y'all are seriously awesome.
Anyway, since I don't have any knitting to show, I thought I'd share a funny little tidbit from Before. I'd been saving it for a rainy day and just ran across the pictures. So here you go...
I'm kind of a creature of habit. Every mornng, one of the last things I do before I leave the house is feed the dog. This is the dog:
She's cute, for sure. But we think she bears a striking resemblance to another creature we came across recently:
Can't you see it? Trust me. They're cousins, for sure.
Where was I? Oh right. Feeding the dog. So every morning when I dump the kibble in the dish, I kiss the dog on the snout (the top of her snout, not on her nose -- I have standards, you know), she scarfs down her breakfast and we both go on about our days.
Before we continue, you should know that this dog LOVES her food. It doesn't matter what it is, if it lands in her dish (Mr. Right refers to this as the "kill zone"), she'll eat it immediately, if not sooner.
Anyway, one morning a few weeks ago, I was running late. I dumped the kibble in the dish while the dog was in the backyard doing her morning walkabout, and ran out the door.
When Mr. Right got home about 10.5 hours later, he found this:
Right next to this:
The poor thing's eyes were bugged out of her head and she was whining like the world was about to end. So he (because he is a smart guy), kissed her on her snout and then backed away. Five seconds later, we had this:
And all was right with the world. Apparently, I am not the only creature of habit around here.
Thanks again for being so great while I try and figure out which way is up around here. I'll try to poke my head in more often, but be patient with me. For some reason, laying on the couch watching episode after episode of Mad Men has become strangely compelling of late. Go figure.