I can't write things like that anymore, I'm worried it's an omen...

So I just say we're going to get kicked out of the neighborhood and Drama with a capital D happens.

Our dogs have a personal vendetta against some snooty Standard Poodles (or more so their owners) that routinely walk on/past our property. So tonight I let the dogs out to go potty. Ginger and Banks have "Please obey me" collars on and stay by me. The Poodles are walking by, I don't realize it. Rocky runs out to the street, recognizes that the wifey's screaming and the hubby's kicking is not a welcome 'hi, and comes back. He then watches carefully while they walk by, ensuring they stay on the street. Our nice, sweet 'neighbor' walked to the edge of the property and told me, "You'd better keep your dogs in your yard". I said, "Yes sir, I apologize." To which he responded, "Otherwise a human may hurt them". "I hope that's not a threat, sir." "It would be the human's fault, not the dogs."

GRRRRRRR. I didn't feel it was the right time or place to report that I was attempting to control my dogs. The fact that there was a collar on 2 of them. That they were sitting by my legs. That the other dog ran out, said hi, and came back. That he's a herding dog, had all rights to nip their flying heels into a circle as they jumped and screamed and herd them into the next county, BUT DIDN'T.

And, now, let me tell you. The first time that we had an encounter with these people, they were SITTING with their 3 dogs in our 2nd lot. We let our dogs out, these people FREAKED, kicked at our dogs! Ok. I will admit, our dogs ran at them aggressively. However, they did NOT bite them, and THEY WERE ON OUR PROPERTY. Since, we have watched the guy deliberately walk his dogs on our property, allow them to pee on our mailbox and little tree, and walk across the 2nd lot. So, really, can we blame our dogs for wanting to eat them? And the fact that they didn't, doesn't this show amazing restraint?

Thank you for listening.

1 (one) is the loneliest number. tear.

PW weekend? Started out grand. totally. This morning I baked, yes, Susie Homemaker am I, PW's French Pastry Puffs. Nevermind that they turned out more muffiny than puffy, after a quick switcharoo due to the lack of shortening in my pantry and the presence of applesauce. Nevermind that, they tasted De-Lish.

We ran into town for errands - a quick stop at the grocery store for necessities, a quick browse at the Stove and Saw Store (for woodstoves in the new house!!!), before rushing home for lunch. And when I opened the door? Banks sulked, pouting with his nose on the ground while Rocky hid quickly under the table. Why?

What the??? seriously. SerIouSly. When we left, 10 puffs-turned-muffins stood tall and proud and sugary and gooey and lovely.

And then there was 1.

And poop in my hallway. really. POOP. They ate my puffs-turned-muffins. and turned them into poop. IN MY HALLWAY.

But I'm Over It.

So, the big plans for this evening included dinner with our neighbors. Very fun. It's a total God thing - they moved here from TN, a cool and hip christian couple like us, 2 beautiful daughters our children's age, and 2 dogs. So, we're bundling up for the subzero walk home, and Adalynn decides she needs to protect her baby from the elements too. (again. earlier today, in d&w shopping for groceries, adalynn decides her baby needs, now, to be stuffed down her coat. like mommy does, but was not doing at the time. and as adalynn is walking, baby falling forward but her legs still pinned in the coat, adalynn began to use her back as a table for her falling crumbs. not okay, people, not okay. but, admittedly, very funny.)

So we arrive at home and I determine this moment a Kodak moment, STAT. During the photo op Keely evidently recognized her long-lost twin. And she's all, "Hey, man, where ya been? One day I'm propped up next to you in bed, evewyone's sayin' we're wook awike - wewated - like, twins! and then ya weave wif not even a g'bye? And now? Not even a hewwo?"

"Sewiously. My feewing is hurt. I can't even look at ya." Keely, do not take this personally. In some, wierd, wierd way, we may even consider this a compliment.

The Day After...

"Seriously...first, no turkey for us yesterday. And now this?!?"