Wednesday, March 05, 2008

When the going gets tough...

Chicago seems to just be getting colder and colder. February finally took me out in the end, I got a bad cold and we even had to cancel our Winter Luau. There comes a time when a girl must face facts, pack her bags, kiss her beloved husband goodbye, and jump on a plane for warmer climes.

Lo, did I find myself sitting on a patio, in the sun, with my coffee. No flannel-lined pants, no sweater, no coat, no fur-lined hat, no socks, no boots, no gloves, no scarves.

My sister's place has changed a lot since the last time I was here P.B. (pre-baby). Their once clutter-free house now has a various pile of toys, actual items on the counter tops, and there's a child-shaped monkey permanently attached to her leg. That's not the only change. Murphy tried to romance me in the bed last night - C. shouted "That's not how we show affection in this house!" Ah, we're peas in a pod. When dogs at the shelter I used to volunteer at misbehaved, I would yell, "That is NOT APPROPRIATE!"

In other news, thrilled that HC rocked it in Texas and Ohio! Yeah!

4 comments:

Kathy said...

Doesn't Lyman have a photo on his MySpace or something of Murphy with the caption, "My badass dog pimpin' on the couch. Bitches beware"?

And I thought he was just being funny...

I'm glad you're collecting sunrays.

utopian-camorra said...

"That's not the only change. Murphy tried to romance me in the bed last night -"

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{reads comments}

Ah! Yes, Murphy is a dog.

mike r. said...

I guess that's why they call it "murphy's law".

Anonymous said...

AH,Yeah Mike...

Kelly's story made me smile this morning and your comments make my laugh so hard I had a spit take with the morning coffee.

Thank Sir.

Brian in Indy