Thursday, August 30, 2007

Running Ragged

Gentle readers,

Please excuse blogging slippage. I plead as an excuse:

  • Countless meetings at presbytery
  • BSD leader trainings
  • Letting out the puppy every hour or two
  • Trying to get up to speed on being a BSD leader
  • Choir practice resuming
  • Walking the puppy
  • Planning big family dinner for Sunday Chez Grace celebrating 1st wedding anniversary of Portia and DK and engagement of Doc and Queenie
  • Praying it won't rain before said dinner so DK can grill for me (El Jefe doesn't grill.)
  • Trying to find gate puppy can't push down at night
  • Wiping the "no" off my forehead one too many times --ACK!!!
  • Email overload
  • Cleaning up after the puppy
  • Sunday School planning meetings
  • Conflicting family scheduling snafus
  • The puppy--where's the puppy?
What's your excuse???


Lorna (see through faith) said...

there is no life outside of the puppy ... learn this fast :)

Ours is now five months and we can breathe again (just) but hubby and DD have put in a lot of hours training her.

wondering how your relatives with TWO are coping (grin)

Gannet Girl said...

Not exactly an advertisement for the acquisition of a puppy!

It's a good thing she's so cute, isn't it?

Mary Beth said...

How did you get a NO on your forehead?

Quotidian Grace said...

Unfortunately the NO is an imaginary tatoo that my friend Dorothy and I periodically remind each other that we need to renew whenever we over-commit ourselves. Maybe we need to make it a real one. But not on the forehead!

Anonymous said...

I agree with the comment that there is no life outside of a puppy! I always say that it's a good thing they are so darn cute or else they would all be dead. Just when our six-month old puppy stopped having "accidents" in the house she started getting her new teeth and is now chewing everything in sight. She has developed a particular affinity for sunglasses and toilet paper. One day she managed to extract a roll from a bathroom cabinet that had been left ajar and she ran through the house with other words, she t.p'd our house! I was angry until I looked at her little face peeking out from the paper that had wound itself around her head as she ran, and I just melted with laughter.

Then I cleaned up the t.p.