For the Love of Pete...

Irony: She's Gets It.

noreply@blogger.com (Karen) — Fri, 01 Jan 2010 11:28:00 +0000

Conversation in the car...

Bre: Mom does that bumper sticker say 'Go Organic'?

Me: Yes.

Bre: And that lady is smoking a cigarette?

Happy New Year!

noreply@blogger.com (Karen) — Thu, 31 Dec 2009 15:03:00 +0000

This is a slideshow of the books we had made for the grandparents for Christmas. I know it's small here, but apparently that's the size of a blogger video.

The inside cover reads:

We set out on a new adventure every month this year.

We saw manatee, jellyfish and turtle eggs. Climbed 203 steps to the top of a lighthouse. Ate oysters, conch chowder, and key lime pie. And we took pictures along the way in order to share and remember every day.

The intro reads:

Beach Tour 2009

This year we set out to prove that any day in Florida is a good day for the beach. So we packed up the boards, buckets and bathing suits and visited a different beach each month.

We picked some famous touristy beaches and several small town beaches. The only requirement was that they be close enough to home to make the trip in a day. Although we did make vacations of a few of our destinations.

January-Cape Canaveral

February-Shepard Park

March-Satellite Beach

April-Cocoa Beach

May-Vero Beach

June-Clearwater Beach

July-Anna Maria Island

August-New Smyrna Beach

September-Melbourne Beach

October-Ponce Inlet

November-Daytona

December-Ft. DeSoto Beach

I figure the new year is as good a time as any to get back to blogging.

So everyone enjoy your vacations, well at least don't hurt the children and I'll catch ya' on the flip side.

Blogging: FAIL!

noreply@blogger.com (Karen) — Sun, 11 Oct 2009 14:49:00 +0000

Not doing so well keeping up here, but I'm not shutting down, just inconsistent.

Anyway I just saw this video clip and had to share the laughs with ya.

You are welcome.

I'm Back...

noreply@blogger.com (Karen) — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 13:24:00 +0000

Believe it or not more than one (okay 2) people have noticed my lack of presence here at Casa de Pete. For the love of Pete people, these past two months have been both the most boring and yet somehow busiest EVAH. Oh and by the by, a friend of mine on Facebook (where incidentally I can post about my daily sagas a few sentences at a time) has informed me that EVAH is an insult to the English language. After not using it for several weeks and meanwhile trying to help my first grader sound out words, I'd say the English language is an insult to itself.

Anyway, bright and shiny where was I? Long story not as long, hubby got laid off, spent a lot of quality time together (all of us), got job offer with huge corporation, waited 2 weeks for them to get paperwork finished, finally started work YESTERDAY. (The fact that I am finally blogging again? Co-ink-a-dink? You make the call.) He is now just a cog in the machine. The only problem is the job pay is considerably less than his previous position. So guess who's on the job hunt? Luckily I can be picky because we can pay the bills on the new salary, however my getting a better job would really make things much more comfortable and frankly I am sick of scrimping with prison grade toilet paper. So I am leisurely looking for the perfect job that pays a lot, is part time, and requires no nights or weekends. Hey, quit laughing, I actually went on an interview for a position that completely fits my requirements, and apparently I am qualified to do. No, seriously! They are supposed to make a decision the beginning of October, whenever that is. Okay, so other than that I have applied (today as a matter of fact) for only one other job that might fit all my demands. And in the continued effort to keep this less lengthy, lets just go with: I vacillate daily, okay hourly, between being scared to death to go back to the workforce after 10 years and being excited about it.

In other news:

The girls started school. They both have enthusiastic teachers. Both had perfect mid-term reports. I think I should give their teachers progress reports for their behavior at home, then maybe they would listen to me. Ha!

Brooke finally learned to ride her bike without training wheels and wants to ride it to school with her big sister. Hallelujah praise Pete! NO MORE CAR LINE FOR ME! Yeah, I know this will last approximately 3 days to 3 weeks, then the newness will wear off and she will realize she is SWEATY when she gets to school and ask for her chauffeur back. But I'm enjoying it while it lasts!

The puppy? He is a pony, on his way to being a horse. He is adorable when asleep, much like my children! Potty training, check. Chewing on only his toys, check. No begging at the table, check. Absolutely silent whenever in his kennel, check. Holds his bodily functions for over 10 hours at night and 6 during the day, check. Knows his name, not unless he wants too. Walking on a leash, not so much. Pulling off his collar and running off, mastered. Jumping on guests, we're working on. Dropping ball or toy for someone to throw for him, we've created a monster! Last but not least, we should've named him Goose, then you couldn't say we didn't warn you.

Oh and a little thing I should probably mention, just so you all can laugh and make fun of me behind my back, or to my face, because I KNOW! I am now an official member of the PTA board. My neighbor and friend somehow coerced me into being the secretary this year. And you know what? So far, I'm having fun. I KNOW! We have a great group of moms and they are sincerely trying to get as many people involved as possible. That being said, I am reserving the right to piss on my own parade when at any point during the year I am no longing having fun.

This morning? The most beautiful 60ish weather outside. I opened my back door to enjoy our random 3 hours of fall like weather and I'll be damned the lawn maintenance workers for our community are right behind my fence. I can't bear to shut the door on the crisp fresh air, so I'm taking a tylenol.

And with that I have roughly a day's worth of tifauxed shows to watch that my husband does not appreciate, so I'm going to go bond with my tv for a bit. Maybe tomorrow I'll see if I can muster up the energy to post some new photos. Oh joy, now I've lost my last 2 readers haven't I?

Also Known As...

noreply@blogger.com (Karen) — Tue, 04 Aug 2009 20:55:00 +0000

Florida Weather

This song comes to mind every afternoon...

Searching for the Silver Lining

noreply@blogger.com (Karen) — Fri, 31 Jul 2009 10:45:00 +0000

This might get to be a regular post the way things have been going around here. I swear the following events happened within 7 days of each other.

Pain in the ass? Gallon jug of sweet tea spilled all over the kitchen floor.

Silver lining? Very clean floor.

My favorite game of "What's that Smell?" leads to finding leak under sink.

Silver lining? Cabinet gets much needed purge and cleaning.

Bonus? Sink fix also fixes garbage disposal.

Bonus round of "Could this week get much worse?" Bottle of rum falls and breaks in pantry.

Silver lining? Bottom of pantry gets cleaned.

Bonus? Alcohol is an excellent cleaning agent. Who knew?

Anyone else been searching for a silver lining these days?

Someone is Spoiled

noreply@blogger.com (Karen) — Mon, 27 Jul 2009 12:16:00 +0000

I'm not naming any names...

Thought for Today

noreply@blogger.com (Karen) — Sat, 25 Jul 2009 10:42:00 +0000

It's a recession when your neighbor loses his job; it's a depression when you lose your own. ~Harry S. Truman

Searching for the Silver Lining

noreply@blogger.com (Karen) — Fri, 24 Jul 2009 10:01:00 +0000

Otherwise I'll go crazy with hubby home the second summer in a row. Apparently, July is just not our month. Would you believe after the fiasco of last summer's unemployment that we are practically right back in the same position a year later? Yeah me either. I was positive I was getting Punk'd when hubby called to tell me he'd be laid off last week. But no, this case of deja-vu is indeed real.

So back to that silver lining. In the last week hubby has saved us hundreds of dollars on repair bills. Never mind that the outdoor flood light he fixed has not worked properly for 5 of the 6 years we have lived here. And the ceiling fan on the back porch has had no blades on it since they were removed during the hurricanes of 2004. The pieces of the sectional couch in our family room that slid and separated every time someone sat on them and drove me mad for the past 3 years are now securely attached. In his defense he also fixed the leak under our sink which we just discovered this week. Co-ink-a-dink-ly the repair also fixed the overly loud and under powered garbage disposal I've complained about every day for Pete knows how long. Besides repairs he also is home to cook which is nice because I hate to cook and it shows. And since he is cooking he is doing more of the grocery shopping which is my most hated errand. Of course the shiniest silver of all is that he is here playing with the girls more and daddy daughter time is always a good thing.

Anyone else find silver lining in the recession?

True Confessions Thursday

noreply@blogger.com (Karen) — Thu, 23 Jul 2009 10:08:00 +0000

Back by Popular Demand. Okay not really but back regardless.

So my confession this week? I used my photo retouch tool in iPhoto to remove dirt on my floor and toys from under my couch. And after I realized what a mess was down on that level I decided it was easier to just continue to remove them from subsequent photos than to actually clean under there. The worst part is I had no idea how bad it was until I saw the pictures. And sadly before we brought Sirius the puppy home we cleaned the floors in the rooms he would be confined to. Where cleaned means picked up things he could choke on or that were potentially toxic. I vacuumed the whole 3 rooms. And by vacuumed I mean I ran it over the big open areas. So what I'm saying here is that dirty floor I saw when I zoomed in on a photo taken of it, I actually thought was fairly clean merely hours before. Yeah, so my "Homemaker of the Year" award is obviously not in the mail like the association claimed. But hey, I'm back to blogging, so there's that.

Well Hell...

noreply@blogger.com (Karen) — Wed, 22 Jul 2009 14:20:00 +0000

This morning one of my good friends sent me a message alerting me to the fact that I haven't posted here in almost a month. Ya'll I am not unaware that I have neglected Pete and I keep meaning to come over here to catch up. But life keeps happening.

So back to my last post which was the day our A/C died. We survived the heat by going to the pool and the next day the very nice A/C man came and fixed the flux capacitor thing-a-ma-bob. In the middle of the heat wave of June '09 we sent our oldest off on her first trip alone. My sister flew my 10 year old out to stay with her 5 days in another state! I'd like to point out this same sister used to pay her "nanny" to fly with my niece to and from my parent's house when they lived in the same state and my niece was well past 10 years old. Anyway... Breanna really wanted to go and we couldn't think of a reason to say no so we put her on an airplane as an unaccompanied minor. Of course she had the time of her life and feels very grown up having flown alone. And I survived the cutting of the cord, so all in all it was good for everyone.

Days after my kiddo arrived home safely we headed out to the beach for our annual summer vacation. Now would be a good time to go get a drink and settle in because here come the vacation slide shows! Feel free to just pretend like you looked and comment on how beautiful the mountains and lakes were.

There is much more to tell as the last two weeks have been jam packed with life. But those things need their own posts so I'll leave you with this...

Meet Sirius Black...

Isn't he the cutest puppy you've ever seen?!

I'm Melting...

noreply@blogger.com (Karen) — Wed, 24 Jun 2009 14:15:00 +0000

Plans for today involve moving as little as possible this morning. Going to the pool in the dead heat of the afternoon. And grocery shopping later, possibly around closing time so we can crawl into a cooler and sleep there.

On the grocery list is popsicles, ice cream, fruit, salad and lunch meat. Pretty much anything in a cooler that does not have to be cooked.
So guess what happened last night.
And guess how long it will be before anyone can even come to look at our problem.

Go ahead guess, it will be fun.

Weekly Words Challenge

noreply@blogger.com (Karen) — Tue, 23 Jun 2009 16:55:00 +0000

This week is brought to you by

the letter C & the word Wood.

That's all I got time for today Homebloys. Go follow our leader...

Weekly Words Challenge

noreply@blogger.com (Karen) — Tue, 16 Jun 2009 22:51:00 +0000

The words are brought to you by the lovely Tink.

This week we were to represent A and Our Favorite Song.

Garth is not one of those artists who doesn't allow you to embed his videos on youtube. He actually has NO videos on youtube. So the best I could do is this concert footage. Apparently he doesn't have the power to keep these from being shared.

Song for Today

noreply@blogger.com (Karen) — Sat, 13 Jun 2009 10:48:00 +0000

Try to see past the bad 70s hair and skinny jeans. This movie was my favorite when I was a tween. Which was well before anyone coined the term tween. I had the album and the book and I used to dream Rex Smith was singing this song to me.

Awhile back I decided to buy myself the movie and the book. For a fleeting moment I even thought I'd share them with my oldest daughter as she is about the age I was when I was wallpapering my walls with his Tiger beat posters. Um, yeah, not so much. That 13 year old lies to everyone and dates a 17 year old. We'll be keeping this one on the mommy shelf a bit longer.

Don't Mind the Mess

noreply@blogger.com (Karen) — Wed, 10 Jun 2009 11:15:00 +0000

I was looking back over previous posts and realized there is so much I have not shared with ya'll. Earth shattering things, like straight As, 5 out of 5 on standardized state tests, kindergarten performances, Mother's day humor, death of a small rodent (don't worry we have 3 more just like him) and more. But I'll get to those another day. I'm going back to where I feel like I left off. The whole story of hubby and last year's birthday parties. I started all the birthday posts then never got back to the original story. Sort of left ya'll hanging...all set up and no punch line. Now of course it's like seeing the much hyped Oscar winning picture many months later. This story will never live up to the set up, consider yourselves warned. But, I feel like I need to finish what I started so I can get things in order over here. Just step over the toys and grab a seat on the couch, just nod and hmmm a lot like you are paying attention.

So here's the thing, we keep the girls from getting to far ahead of themselves by only letting them plan for the next big thing. Right now it's summer, so you may start thinking about school starting. Not until after school starts may you even THINK about your Halloween costume. And don't even make a peep about what you might want for Christmas before you have trick or treated, because Santa can't hear you. So it follows that after they have unwrapped their Christmas presents they start making plans for their birthday parties. After Christmas 2007 we started planning a Spring Break 2008 trip to Texas to visit friends and family. Namely my youngest's BFF from diapers. And lucky for mommy Brooke's birthday always falls right before or after Spring Break. Seeing as we were spending a huge amount of money on our trip I thought we'd just have Brooke's party in Texas with her BFF. They could have a sleep over and go swimming in my sister's pool. Viola! Birthday party done. Of course my family said we couldn't have a "party" for Brooke without having one for Breanna too. Well her birthday is just a month later, so why the hell not? Brooke's BFF has a big sister who happens to be one of Bre's very good friends too. And it's not like we would have the funds to host a big blowout at home in a month anyway. So for Breanna's 9th and Brooke's 5th Birthday we had a sleepover and pool party with two of their very best friends in TEXAS! And my kids were thrilled!

Do these children look neglected to you?

Brooke in her new Ariel swim suit at Aunt Vicky's pool.

Blowing out the candle on the Ariel cupcakes grandma made. Note all the Little Mermaid decorations for her portion of the celebration.

All the girls trying to convince us they should go in the hot tub again despite the sprinkling rain.

Brooke and her BFF in their matching Ariel jammies.

Bre with her ipod and her favorite cherry cheesecake grandma bought. Note the camo plates for "her party".

Okay, so now you know how we celebrated their birthday's in 2008. Sounds and looks fun, right? Well as we were going through the list of birthday parties past trying to come up with new ideas hubby continued to question, "What kind of party did you have last year?" "Oh yeah we didn't do parties last year". I kid you not this happened every time we talked of their parties this year. I finally had to tell him to shut the hell up already! If you ask the girls about their birthday parties from that year they'd tell you we went to Texas and had a party at Aunt Vicky's house with M and M. Why did he keep having to act like we had completely forgotten their birthdays? Just because he didn't make any decorations or bake their cakes the party apparently didn't count. What?! Is he three? Yes, sometimes he obviously is. I guess because it was my family that did all the planning and he really had nothing to do with all the girly sleep over stuff he was pouty. See the girls in question happen to be the daughters of my good friend, so she came and drank wine with me and spent the night too. Damn, while writing this I think I'm getting to the real source of his pettiness. Thanks blog, you are way cheaper than a therapist.

Yeah, well that was the story. It all boils down to my hubby pissing me off with his refusal to acknowledge that my family and friends did indeed throw my girls a very fun and unique birthday party in 2008 without his help. Dear gracious, maybe we do need therapy.

Okay, now that I got all that out of my system maybe I can get back to blogging as usual.

"If you don't put a finish on it," he says, "it just hangs in your head and clutters up your closets."
I feel the same way about cluttered closets. Except I never thought about the ones in my head. I suppose they must be a mess.

Triple bonus points if anyone even has a clue where that quote is from.
Oh and way back I quoted "This face? Right here. My over the moon face." which no one guessed. I was sure Jenn would get it as we both love the show. It was from Veronica Mars.

Two closets cleaned.

Weekly Words Challenge

noreply@blogger.com (Karen) — Tue, 09 Jun 2009 14:27:00 +0000

Well thank Pete and Tink for hosting the WWC or I might not even remember I have a blog, let alone post here. I keep plodding along knowing someday I will sit down and actually write down all the earth shattering posts that are cluttering up my brain. Okay well maybe I'll at least get back into the habit of telling you funny drunk stories of my college days and the humorous antics of my family. For today I give you photos. Yes, again!

This weeks words are Lean and 3.

*Clicky here for a comparison shot of the garden two months ago.

Challenge Smallenge

noreply@blogger.com (Karen) — Tue, 02 Jun 2009 13:04:00 +0000

Sorry, but I've got a case of puppy love that cannot be cured. No Weekly Word Challenge because I was too busy taking photos of the object of my affection.

Thought for Today

noreply@blogger.com (Karen) — Sat, 30 May 2009 11:16:00 +0000

~~~~~

Rules For Puppies

The garbage collector is NOT stealing our stuff.
I do not need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm lying under the coffee table.
I must shake the rainwater out of my fur BEFORE entering the house.
I will not eat the cats' food, before or after they eat it.
I will stop trying to find the few remaining pieces of clean carpet in the house when I am about to throw up.
I will not roll on dead birds, fish, rodents, etc.
"Kitty box crunchies" are not food.
And should I forget, I will not lick my human's face after eating "Kitty box crunchies".
The diaper pail is not a cookie jar.
I will not wake Mommy up by sticking my cold, wet nose against her bottom end.
I will not chew my human's toothbrush and not tell them.
I will not chew crayons or pens, especially not the red ones, or my people will think I am hemorrhaging.
When in the car, I will not insist on having the window rolled down when it's raining outside.
We do not have a doorbell. I will not bark each time I hear one on TV.
I will not steal my Mom's underwear and dance all over the back yard with it.
The sofa is not a face towel. Neither are Mom & Dad's laps.
My head does not belong in the refrigerator.
I will not bite the officer's hand when he reaches in for Mom's driver's license and car registration.

It's My Party and I'll Cry If I Want To

noreply@blogger.com (Karen) — Thu, 28 May 2009 01:11:00 +0000

Yeah, yeah. Tomorrow I am officially having my last birthday. I will be 39 forevah! And you know what I get to do on my birthday? Get my driver's license renewed. In person . At the DMV. I KNOW! My hubby has the world's oldest license (rat bastard), like before the photos were digital (possibly before there were photos, I'm pretty sure it just has an artist's rendering), and his doesn't expire until 2013. I renewed mine online 6 years ago and I have to go stand in line on my birthday. Yes, I could've done it earlier this month, but then what would I have to bitch about? And you know what I have to do before I get my new license? Work.

Pity party of one, my table is obviously ready.

Thought for Today

noreply@blogger.com (Karen) — Sat, 23 May 2009 11:04:00 +0000

The American Kennel Club has decided to recognize these new breeds of dogs that are the result of cross breeding:

Collie + Lhaso Apso: Collapso, a dog that folds up for easy transport.
Spitz + Chow Chow: Spitz-Chow, a dog that throws up alot.
Bloodhound + Borzoi: Bloody Bore, a dog that's not much fun.
Pointer + Setter: Poinsetter, a traditional Christmas pet.
Kerry Blue Terrier + Skye Terrier: Blue Skye, a dog for visionaries.
Pekingese + Lhaso Apso: Peekasso, an abstract dog.
Labrador Retriever + Curly Coated Retriever: Lab Coat Retriever, the choice of research scientists.
Newfoundland + Basset Hound: Newfound Asset Hound, a dog for financial advisers.
Terrier + Bulldog: Terribull, a dog that makes awful mistakes.
Bloodhound + Labrador: Blabrador, a dog that barks incessantly.
Malamute + Pointer: Moot Point, owned by...oh, well, it doesn't matter anyway.
Collie + Malamute: Commute, a dog that travels to work.
Deerhound + Terrier: Derriere, a dog that's true to the end.
Poodle + Min Pin: PooPin, a dog for constipated people.

Originally found here.

Is It Just Me?

noreply@blogger.com (Karen) — Fri, 22 May 2009 14:26:00 +0000

As if I didn't love him enough on Top Chef, now he's doing a Diet Coke commercial?! Does anyone else find him attractive? Just me? Okay, we'll here's the ad in case you haven't seen it yet.

The Name Game

noreply@blogger.com (Karen) — Wed, 20 May 2009 11:01:00 +0000

I love to name things, kids, pets, other peoples' kids and pets. So yes, I am currently busy naming a dog that hasn't even been born yet. We all have our hobbies.

My parents have a little prissy Yorkshire Terrier I named Lola for them because "Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets." And of course our old man Bear was really KBHR which were the call letters for the radio station on Northern Exposure. What it was 1994?! Come on, it was clever.

Back in college I owned the world's stupidest dog, but he had a great name. In fact if it weren't for hubby's utter annoyance with that dog (whom I gave away to a family with a big yard because we just could not train him to use an inside voice) KBHR might have very well been Captain 2.0, new and improved. Really it's such a great name and it's been so many years I even brought it up as a possibility for a new puppy's name. See Captain could be Captain Morgan as in the rum or Captain Tony as in Tony Tarricino, the bar and the man famous with Buffett fans. And it is easy to yell, which is a must with a dog's name.

Anyway, it shouldn't surprise you to hear I have had 2 dog names picked out for quite some time. I wasn't even going to entertain other ideas for this non-existent dog. But did I mention my fascination with names yet?

Yeah, so, when Bre was about 3 years old we almost got a puppy. A friend's parents had labs that had a litter and oh how I wanted one. Hubby put his foot down in our 1000sq ft house and said no room for a second dog! About 2 months later we found out little Brooke was on her way and that put the kabosh on any further puppy cravings, as I was too busy naming an actual human. But in that brief window of possible puppy ownership I picked out what I still think is the perfect name for a lab puppy... Moose, especially if it's a chocolate lab puppy. Moose was Bre's imaginary friend at that point in time, sadly he left about the time she got a real live doll, um baby sister. Just think of the possibilities, Mr. Moose, could be M&M for short. And hello, chocolate Moose? Yeah, I kill myself with the clever!

Of course the other name that has been tossed around for quite some time is Pete. As in, for the love of Pete did he just pee on the floor again? And the beginnings of this blog "Who's Pete, and should I be worried?"

But now hubby has started getting in on the name game, which is a very good sign that he might actually like the new dog. His first suggestion was Sirius, for a black lab of course. Damn kid and her Harry Potter obsession. But again, killing you with the clever aren't we? Plus- Seriously he peed on the floor again? Okay, apparently we are obsessed by the thought of training a new puppy. The only problem here is that we really weren't going to get another black lab, as we are not trying to replace KBHR. But dude have you seen a black lab puppy? They are darn adorable, and seriously the name Sirius is really growing on me. Okay, I'll stop now.

Then hubby threw out Bullwinkle who is a moose. Which I also like for a chocolate lab name. And at one time we were considering getting a Labradoodle (lab and poodle mix) which we would've totally named Snickerdoodle, like the cookie. (Yes, yet one more non-existent pet I already named) A light yellow lab would be about the color of a snickerdoodle. And it sounds really cute in baby talk. Maybe not so much in the easy to yell department though.

So to recap...

Any color Lab Puppy Names:

Pete

Captain

Chocolate Lab Names:

Mr. Moose aka Moose aka M&M

Bullwinkle

Yellow Lab Names:

Snickerdoodle

Black Lab Names:

Sirius

At least we are covered no matter which puppy we pick out, we have names to choose from. So, now it's your turn, give me even more names to ponder over before I pick up my chocolate lab named Moose! The only requirement is that it has to be for a boy dog.

Weekly Words Challenge

noreply@blogger.com (Karen) — Tue, 19 May 2009 21:17:00 +0000

Featuring

K and Metal

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Puppy Fever

noreply@blogger.com (Karen) — Mon, 18 May 2009 18:18:00 +0000

Some of you may recall about 9 months ago we had to say goodbye to our beloved 14 year old black Lab. And now? We, and when I say we, I mean me and the girls, are ready to welcome a little ball of fur into our family. What about hubby you ask? Let's just say he hasn't exactly embraced the idea. It was his idea that we wait for a year before getting a new dog. And while I totally agree that we needed time to grieve. Well, let's just say we disagree on the timeline here. I think getting a puppy during the summer while the girls are out of school would be more fun and they could help with training. Hey someone has to wipe up all that pee on the floor and they are so much closer to it than I am. Anyway, I have finally given in and agreed that since we spend a week in July at the beach, getting a puppy after we get back makes the most sense. Otherwise we'd be leaving a half trained puppy in a kennel and starting from square one again when we get back. But mid-July is not August, and August is one year, which means we are still in negotiations. However, I found a breeder close who says they are expecting a litter soon, which would mean the puppies would be ready for new homes at the end of July. Getting the right puppy is more important than the actual date to me or hubby (at least I think it is). So while we are still discussing the timing, we are for certainly getting a puppy soon! And it's a good thing, because we've had more than one conversation like this lately.

Me: If mommy brought home a puppy now your daddy might move out and leave us with our new puppy. You wouldn't want to have to choose between mommy and daddy together or a puppy would you?

Smartass child: Would it be wrong if I said I'd choose the puppy?