weekend

I'm going to be helping my mom paint her house this weekend in Houston so Brian will be home alone all weekend. When he found this out he was so excited, he did a little dance. Who knew he couldn't stand me so much?? I predict he's going to leave all the curtains and blinds shut so the house turns into a cave. Next he will turn the air down to 60 and no lights will be turned on except for the glowing screen of his laptop. He will consume 4.5 beers each night and have a few shots of whisky to wash down his sun chips and bacon. He may go outside saturday but that will just be to buy more bacon. Finally, his man weekend will end when I return home to clean it all up.

before and after

I painted the "office" a lime-ish green color. It looks fabulous during the day and a little funky with 'fake' lighting at night. I heard green was a creative color and I thought it would work for jewelry making and for studying. So far so good. Brian hasn't failed anything yet and I haven't ruined a piece of jewelry. We're bating 1,000 so far.

The kitty litter is no longer in that room and Brian is quite pleased. There's nothing quite as horrible as sawdust kitty poop between your toes.

Where o where is Mr. Lou?

Ha! I couldn't find the cat for about an hour. I was convinced Emma ate him.

trying to get along

There was bloodshed this week. It seems Emma is very territorial when it comes to her food container, her toy box and her bowl of food. If anyone so much as walks into the room where those items are she loses her mind. Last week, Matilda stood a little too close and nearly had her cute little nose ripped off. One of Emma's teeth got lodged in Matilda's chin and blood was pouring all over the floor. Matilda is no saint because the girl can fight back. If ever you have been around two dogs fighting, you know it's quite scary. My blood was pumping and my adrenaline shot through the roof when I saw the blood. I started yelling "stop it" and I think I probably escalated the situation. 10 minutes later the bitches were laying next to each other as if the explosion had never happened and I was still trying to get my heart to settle down and my hands to stop shaking. I think it hurt me more than it did them.