We had an idea for a new shirt in “light” of the PG&E fiasco of late (get it? “light?” eh? Eh?)
But don’t get your hopes up…we nixed the idea after realizing that while funny, it would just perpetuate people hating on the hard working linesmen and others who work there who shouldn’t be blamed for any of this. So my wife and I just wear our prototypes around the house. That’ll show ‘em
This, BTW, is just a small glimpse into life without power for days-on-end. No hot water, no dishwasher, no garbage disposal = disgusting way to live
My wife would kill me if I didn’t show what our sink usually looks like…yes, we’re this anal (giggity) about such things
On Friday night, right before our power went off for 5 days, we attended the Big Brothers, Big Sisters annual charity event and were voted “best looking couple,” in a random survey taken of all interracial couples in attendance.
And then Saturday morning I woke up sick with the ick and plopped on the sofa with Scout the Lab to rest it away
If you look really closely you’ll notice that Scout even got an empathy runny nose on my behalf
Speaking of dogs, they’ve been put back in daddy boot camp recently as a result of some newly found bad behaviors
The introduction of Callie (far right) to the pack has created a bunch of new dynamics and has suddenly made the dogs go nuts when the leashes come out so they spent a weekend getting used to wearing them again without all of the anxiety
And by the end of day 1, Maestro was back to normal. Prior to this just the sight of the leash made him go Tazmanian Devil. Now he’s just adorable again
They’ve also been kicked out of the kitchen entirely and are only allowed via invitation. Reclaiming space is an important part of discipline
Even though Scout put on his best pout face, we held firm. The ovens are the line…don’t cross it!
By the end of the weekend, the dogs were exhausted from all of the mental stimulation and Scout and Callie once again formed a Labception
With the blackouts lately I’ve been spending a lot more time at the office. On this day, Dawn’s Lab, Hank, hung out on my sofa (when he wasn’t unrolling the toilet paper in my bathroom)
You may have heard me tell the story of stupidly saying “hi” out loud to cardboard cutout at my pharmacy recently. This is her. Still no response. Rude.