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Snow in July with Shabby Apple

We just arrived home from our July 4th travels and are worn out. How worn out? A moment ago, Sexy Nerd was asleep on the couch, despite his recorded Nascar race progressing without him. He was sitting up with the remote control for the speakers on top of his head , completely dozed off. He put it there in his sleepy daze. You can find a photo here . Yes, I'm a mean wife. The flash from my photos woke him up. Now he's grouchy. Anyway... We visited Sexy Nerd's family in Colorado this weekend and my parents tagged along. On a whim, we drove up to Cottonwood Pass. We really weren't dressed appropriately. Shorts and t-shirts are an ideal choice for a hot 4th of July. But wait! What is that in the distance? Snow! And Sledders!! Really, who are these people who go sledding in July? You crazy Coloradans! Of the four of us, I was dressed the most sensibly of all. It drives my mom crazy when she tries to take my photo and I pull out my camera and

Sexy Nerd Quote of the Day - Good Reading

Sexy Nerd was shopping on Amazon.com for a fancy battery. He announced that PetsMart is a rip-off, selling the same battery that's $1.49 online for $10.99. Since the price was so low, he elected to buy a package of 10 (we go through 1 every 2-3 years, but that's a different story). After adding the batteries to his cart, Sexy Nerd decided to see what else he could find on Amazon. A few minutes go by... "I just bought the coolest book! It was written by the guy who was in charge of the Soviet Union's nuclear weapon program," Sexy Nerd announces. Suddenly, his enthusiasm disappears. "I hope it isn't in Russian." Five bucks says it is.

Picaaaa!

In keeping with the tone of my blog, I will try to refrain from swearing in this post. &*#%!!! I'm home from my big adventure and am contemplating whether or not to break Pica's legs (To Readers: Of course I would never do this. To Pica: You're dead meat, you little punk!) I was walking her and Biscuit to the mailbox today. When we were almost there, Pica's leash detached from her harness. It just kinda slipped off and rested on top of her. I tried to act like nothing was wrong, hoping to inch close enough to Pica to pick her up. She bolted! She just ran and ran and ran. So what did I do? I ran and ran and ran too, faster than any person should ever run (and especially faster than I should ever run. Whew!) First I was dragging Biscuit behind me, then I used her harness to pull her up, bungee-style, like some kind of flying, daredevil chihuahua that will probably haunt her for the rest of her life. This made it easier to run but much more difficult to grab Pica