Nick was at a basketball game with his co-workers; wining and dining, schmoozing and rubbing elbows. The whole shebang! I got to go straight home after work - which is a rare occurrence because of my oh-so-busy purse peddling schedule. After fighting heavier than normal traffic because of some railroad crossing closures, I arrived at home around 6pm, to a very rambunctious mutt. Chino had slept the entire day before, recovering from a doggy-type hangover after playing with Max and Nala for an entire afternoon and evening, so this behavior wasn't shocking. By accident, he had been given the run of the house, so based on the crazy antics that I was observing, I was a bit fearful for my belongings upstairs. So, before he would think about doing his business, he got down to business by shoving a squeaky toy in my face as if to demand, "YOU. ME. TUG. NOW". And tug he did, we played in the kitchen, me dragging him back and forth, before he would even consider the notion of going outside. When he was done, he resumed his puppy games with his racquetball from Sunday's walk, frantically playing fetch and catch with me.
When he had calmed, ever-so-slightly, I headed upstairs. I wasn't sure what (if anything) to expect, but I went from room to room, with Chino on my heels, inspecting and checking for anything that was shredded or chewed during the course of the day. Sure enough, Chino's good behavior came through and there was no damage. After every successful inspection, I made a big fuss over him, telling him what a good boy he was. He seemed genuinely proud of himself as he pranced around the upstairs.
Now that was the extent of my activity last night. I take that back, I did go out to get the mail. (Keep in mind, I did get up, bright and early and worked out before work, so I'm not a total schlep.) But, if Nick were home, I'd have probably been barking orders or facilitating the cleaning of our kitchen or the completion of the laundry. If Nick were home, stuff would have gotten done, I would have been a willing participant and progress on our disaster area would have been made. But since Nick wasn't home, I munched on Doritos while I made myself dinner (Mexican-esque, of course), watched episodes of Super Nanny, Top Chef, My Super Sweet 16 and The Real Housewives of Orange County while lounging happily on the couch. I didn't feel bad about it at all until I found the chocolate morsels. So to avoid dumping the entire bag into my mouth at once, I grabbed my knitting project and got to work. Here's a picture that I'll paint for you: me on the couch, knitting in my lap, remote to my right, morsels to my left and fire place right in front. A more perfect evening, I couldn't have envisioned. See what happens when a boss has no one to boss around?
1 comment:
that's my night every night, but I do cross stitching instead :-) with the remote next to me, my dog on my feet and some tea on my right. got to love being dorks :-)
glad to hear you are having parties... dried up market here!
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