Friday, October 30, 2009
As always, when we decide to take these little mini-vacations, we have to figure out where to keep the dogs. When I went home alone in August for a week and Howard had to go away one night for work, he found a place through the internet that would keep them overnight. I never asked about it then because honestly, I just didn't want to know. I really like the girl I used before who let them sleep in her bed with her and basically treated them like her own dogs but I was still scared that's where they got the fleas from.
So I decided to call Howard and ask him the name of the place that he kept them at. He couldn't remember and told me to google "Dog Hotels Paducah KY" and read what came up. The first one I read off was called Pampered Pets and he said, "Yep, that's the one". Right there underneath the listing was one comment.
"Our previously healthy dog died unexpectedly while boarding at Pampered Pets."
D: HOWARD! How COULD you?!?!
H: What? How could I what?
D: How could you take our dogs to a dog MURDERER?
H: What the #$%& are you talking about?
So I read him the comment and his response was, "Oh, I guess I missed that part".
I like my dogs with fleas a whole lot more then I like my dogs dead so my decision was really easy.
R: What is this?
Me: You received a phone call while you were on the line working.
R: Who is it?
Me: I have no idea. Call her and find out.
R: I don't know this number. What area code is 800?
Me: That's a toll-free number.
R: What does that mean? Is she from Mayfield?
Me: Umm...I have no idea where she is from. She called from a toll-free number. It could be anywhere.
R: How do I find out if she's from Mayfield?
Me: You call her and ask her.
R: Can you find out where this 800 area code is from?
Me: No, that's impossible. It's a toll-free number. Every state has them.
R: How can every state have the same area code. We have 270. Some state has to have 800.
Me: Fine, she's from Mayfield. We have two area codes.
R: Oh, OK! I'll call her then.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Take last night. They were playing tug of war with a bone on the floor. Copper lost interest and jumped up on the couch next to me. He was about to roll over for a belly rub when Jack jumped up into my lap and growled at him for getting too close. This happens ALL THE TIME. Poor Copper just retreats to the other end of the couch. But then Jack will get off my lap and go find the bone. The minute he sees Copper trying to make a move towards me again, he jumps back in my lap and growls again.
Deciding that both dogs need equal attention, I will move Jack aside and pull Copper to me. And then Jack cocks his head to the side, whimpers and gives me this pitiful look like, but..but...what about me? It kills me. I think of his poor little doggie feelings and my heart breaks. So then I try to pull both of them to me and this restarts the fight over the bone on the floor somehow.
My question is if I can barely handle two dogs, how do people with two or more kids do it?
Copper sleeping (& snoring) after a rowdy game with Jack. Relegated to the corner of the couch.
Howard: Ugh, where did I put my keys?
Dana: On the dresser in the spare room.
Howard: Ugh, where did I leave my beer?
Dana: On the bookcase in the living room.
Howard: Ugh, where is the lighter for the grill?
Dana: In the drawer next to the stove.
Howard: No, it's not, I looked there.
Dana: (Opens drawer, pulls out lighter.)
On Sunday, I just couldn't help him though.
Howard: Where did I put my toast?
Dana: You made toast? When?
Howard: Just now. I made it to go with my soup.
Dana: Are you sure you made toast, Howard?
Howard: Yes, I know I did.
(we both proceed to look all over the house)
Howard: Oh, here it is. I put it on a plate and put it back in the cabinet with the rest of the plates.
Can't figure out which one is better...this time or the time he left the DirecTV remote in the refrigerator...
Two other groups have tried it and failed miserably. But Stacy, Kevin and Little Dave thought they could do it. Howard and I had no faith. None. Zero. Zilch. But we stayed around to watch anyway.
They have about 5 minutes left here. Not much pizza left on the tray but they have a lot on their plates still. And Little Dave is not happy about having his picture taken either. Everyone in the bar is cheering them on. And I begin to realize they might actually do this. And I'm amazed.
Somehow they finished with about 3 minutes to spare. That's equivalent to eating 1 large pizza plus 1/3 of another. That's equivalent to gross. But hey $300 in certificates for these regulars will go a long way but I highly doubt they will be using them on pizza anytime soon.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
However, thanks to Leslie and Rockett for keeping me from going absolutely crazy :)
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Me: "Thanks for calling xxxxxxx, this is Dana, how may I help you?"
Caller: "Hello, shipping supervisor please."
Me: "That would be me."
Caller: "OK, thank you for your time." *Click*
What? Why did you ask for the shipping supervisor if you were just going to hang up? Could you make any less sense? This is going to bother me for a looooong time.
Me: It wasn't Brad. It was the other guy that worked here about the same time as Brad. You know, that guy who went to work at Texas Roadhouse, the one with the girly name.
Howard: Oh well, I don't remember his name but isn't that where he said he was going to work?
Me: Yeah, but WHAT was his NAME? It was really girly, like Stacy but not Stacy because Stacy is sitting over there.
Howard: Who cares what his name was? It wasn't a girly name.
Howard: Is it really going to bother you that much?
Howard: Ugh, hey Potter! What was that guy's name who worked here about the same time as Brad?
Me: Yes! Tori! See that's a girly name.
Howard: No, it's not.
Me: Ya huh! Like Tori Spelling?
Howard: Um, what about Torry Holt? (Jacksonville Jaguars player)
Me: He has a girly name!
Random sports guy next to us: My name is Kelly. Is that girly?