<p>I considered having cheetos for breakfast this morning since one of my spring-offs (as my German friend calls offspring) left an open bag on the dining room table. sigh… some things never end. So, since I have sworn off excess calories for spring, I’ll just have two rum & cokes (no diet), with one ice cube. There, that should save me a bunch of calories (to say nothing of time).</p>
<p>All right everyone, hold your noses while I pass by heading for the shower. I dragged myself out of bed early to start a regular yoga practice again today, and I just barely survived. 5 freaking 30 a.m. is way too early for a yoga class, yikes. </p>
<p>But I’ll probably be there again on Friday morning.</p>
<p>Let’s all hydrate together this morning, and toast the renewal of spring, shall we?</p>
<p>moot: my army friends call that “O-dark-hundred.”</p>
<p>Or, in this case, “O-dark-thirty”. :)</p>
<p>I’ve showered. You can come out from behind the bar now and take the clothespins off your noses.</p>
<p>So far, have cleaned the lipstick off the milk carton. Can’t even find my clothespins. Have located nose.</p>
<p>Moot, don’t know what you are talking about - 5:30 only comes once a day with cocktails :)</p>
<p>In this here bar, why, we always smell like roses, don’t we? Or petunias or some such thing. (Though the brave men amongst us may choose another plant scent: fresh-mown lawn?) I think it goes along with always being the perfect weight for our height (though our height may vary).</p>
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<p>I’m getting shorter as I age. This does not bode well. Will change to 0% milk someday soon. Not today.</p>
<p>I figure that when I gain 5 pounds, at least here at SA, I automatically grow one inch! So I am always proportional. (Also means that some day I may be 6’4")</p>
<p>Well boy howdy! I am certain to be a star center in the NBA! I love these drinks here though - and in fact, I’ll have another.</p>
<p>Everyone ready for a dog vs. deer vs. puppy story? This was my day:</p>
<p>Since this is to be the last really nice day till Sat, I decided to hang the laundry outside near the lilacs to dry. I have six lines and can accommodate approx 3 double loads of laundry so this was a good day for that. </p>
<p>Anyway, out I go with Spot in tow and basket in hand. What do I spy when I enter the back yard… a whole herd of those rascally deer, munching away on my lilacs, just as if they were giraffes!!! Well, you know, Spot went commando on them and raced across the yard, down the hill; she chased the deer INTO the burned out house at the very bottom of the hill! So, here in a burned out but not boarded up house, are Spot and about 3 deer. Sigh… these sheets will NEVER get hung on the line. I retrieve Spot and a nice policeman drives by to see what all the curfuffle is about. He takes care of the deer (I don’t dare stay to see what exactly this “taking care of” entails.).</p>
<p>OK, Spot and I return to the yard, I’m mumbling idiot-like about my beautiful lilacs and Spot, because she really did misbehave, has to be put on a rope which restricts her access to our neighbor’s property. So, I’m hanging and pinning… And, now three sheets (no wind) later, what comes waltzing into our yard, right beneath my feet, but a papillon puppy!! Craziest lil’ pup you’ve ever seen, half starved, and wanting a mother so bad! Of course, Spot was licking the poor thing bare, but now this lil’ guy is living in the fencers foster home for dogs, while we try to locate its owner. Good thing I usually keep pet foods of all varieties (except ferret) in my garage. Right now, he’s sleeping on my lap. DD thinks she has found his home. Neighbor two blocks down was going door to door looking for their puppy. I almost hope it is not theirs!</p>
<p>So, the laundry is done, folded, in baskets awaiting whoever goes upstairs first. I got to chase some deer away, and I got to play with a puppy all day. Pass the white wine, and tonight - some cheese! This was such a great day, I might even have a banana split, with extra syrup!</p>
<p>like fencersmom – I decided to work in the yard today, hearing forecasts of two days of rain. Like mootmom – I also overdid the yoga yesterday. Tonight – can barely move. Ain’t aging fun? Any Advil-laced drinks on tap?</p>
<p>Can they give us advil I.V.? I’d be willing to have a port installed.</p>
<p>Wow.</p>
<p>It’s pretty much: Dr Doolittle, Ace Ventura and fencersmom…</p>
<p>After an appropriately large martini, thoughts of advil will pass. Also, you can get in the hot tub in the interim.</p>
<p>well, I’m on my third glass of wine – at this point, all that really hurts is the wrists… though if I concentrate, there’s the elbows, and the knees, and – oh yeah – the feet.</p>
<p>An animal story…multiple animals…with a happy ending! (presuming the deer were merely chased away and not, um, bumped off.) </p>
<p>Sweet.</p>
<p>Lil Bingo, what a great name - has gone back to his rightful owner. What a cute lil poochy, and Spot, because of the great excitement today is sound asleep - it’s own kind of miracle.</p>
<p>I just looked up some pictures of papillons and they are adorable! I so love dogs, and I loved your story, fencersmother. Lil Bingo sure picked the right yard to wander into. We had a wonderful 85 lb pointer mix, but we did not get another dog when he died a couple of years ago. I watch the Dog Whisperer, and spend time with other people’s dogs whenever possible.</p>
<p>Oh…I guess that was my first post on this thread. I’ve been lurking since I discovered you a couple of weeks ago. I, too, am getting shorter and can locate my nose. Guess I have lots in common with people on this thread!</p>
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<p>Yes, our admissions standards are very reasonable. We’re a safety thread. We take everybody early, but if they wake up late, that’s still okay. </p>
<p>Also, some here have put the roll back into “rolling admissions,” but I’m not naming names. Nor can I find them. They’re under the table somewhere.</p>