On Sunday afternoon, Michael and I decided to cut our trip to Austin a little short, so we could be home for a full day on Monday before having to start work again on Tuesday. As hard as it was to leave, I’m glad we had some time to recoup (and by recoup I mean watch hours and hours of hulu in bed) before getting back to our real lives. It’s always hard to come back after a vacation, no matter how mini – but hey, we’re adults, we own a house, I guess unless we want the po-po to come, we gotta pay our dues. On second thought, that might be some good exposure for my blog – HEY DUDES! WATCH US TONIGHT ON COPS! I’ll be the one in the muumuu with a curler or two in my hair and in desperate need of a good flossing! My husband will be the one with no shirt and tattoos done during his last stint in prison! It’s good TV!
On the drive home, we busted out Michael’s CD collection. I know I’ve blogged about my husband’s taste in music before, but indulge me again. Never have I been more acutely aware of our 7-year age difference. When I put in a burned CD that says “Groovy 80′s and 90′s” in my husband’s sharpie handwriting and I don’t know ANY of the songs, I think we have a problem. We did, however, have a moment of bonding – when “Africa” by Toto came on. Thank God for Scrubs – that show is the only reason I know any 80′s music (and the only reason this song was played at my sister’s wedding – yes, I was in charge of the playlist and I ROCKED THAT SHOW.) We also broke out this oldie-but-goodie:
Don’t judge us, interweb peoplez. WE DID IT FOR LOVE.
And maybe so we could do this dance in the car.
One thing I didn’t expect was to miss our dogs so much. Actually, I take that back. I expected to miss Pancho. Even during our gorgeous honeymoon in Manzanillo, Mexico last summer, I whimpered at least once a day, “I miss Pancho.” He’s my little sidekick. But Leia? The dog who has singlehandedly destroyed several pairs of my favorite underwear? Chewed every windowsill in our house? Wakes up at 5 am, wriggling and writhing like she is going to explode if she doesn’t get outside to pee, only to run around in circles and bark at the bushes when she does get outside? AND NOT EVEN PEE A DROP? Yeah, I missed her too.
We left our dogs at my parents’ place, 70 acres of pure doggie paradise. I recieved these texts promptly after dropping them off:
From my sister, Katherine: “Pancho is literally eating straight up horse poop.”
From my dad: “Your cow dog rolled in horse crap.”
DELISH. Needless to say, when we pulled up to get them, as happy as we were to see them, we wanted no human-on-poop contact. We threw them in their crate in the back of the car and I skipped the bathtub and hosed them down in the backyard as soon as we got home.
Leia has this weird little cry/yelp that sounds almost human. She saves it for when she gets really, really worked up. Well, after she had her hose bath, she rolled her wet body all over the place, yelping and shrieking like a little monster baby. Pancho is more the silent, sullen type, and got his feelings pretty hurt that I didn’t snuggle him right away, so he went and hid under the bed and sulked. Look Pancho, I’m sorry that I don’t like horse poop breath, OK? Can’t we just get along? Eventually he came out and there was much rejoicing. And snuggling. And overactive bladder syndrome.
I’ll be gone for eight days this July during my trip to Canada. As much as I will miss my husband (I think the longest we’ve been apart so far is about 4 days), there’s always iChat and PICTURE MAIL IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. But since the dogs don’t really know how to get on the Mac, I’m worried that the emotional damage of my lengthy absence might scar them forever. I’ll be lucky if Leia ever stops screeching by the time I get home. And Pancho… well, I hope he doesn’t pee on my face.
My little sister Hannah just sent me some pictures she had taken at the end of last summer. As you can see, Leia was still quite small. I think of myself as not unlike the mother of a disturbed teenager. Sure, I want to pull my hair out, but sometimes I like to get out the baby album and remind myself of a happier time, when she was really really freaking cute. And not quite so deranged.
Comments on And there was great rejoicing! (And frequent urination!)
From Newlywed Wife:
I’m always painfully aware of the 11 year age difference between my husband and I when we fight over control of the radio in the car :) He wants ‘best of the 80′s’ and I was ‘born in the 80′s’…
From Mara:
I wouldn’t dare judge, I definitely subjected my boyfriend to some Backstreet Boys on our drive back from San Antonio this weekend.
The pics of your dog are so cute!
From Kym:
haha, my bf and i are 10 years apart…but thank goodness i like old music! ;P and yes, gotta love NSync and the Backstreet Boys..its a karaoke favourite! haha!
had a good laugh about your dogs rolling on poop and eating poop! who needs cable when you’ve got pets to entertain you right??? haha!
From Hannah:
HAHA! Yeahhh Leia’s perty white fur around her neck was dyed a slightly strange yellow *cough* POOPISH color! She kept trying to “love” on me the way she does and i was trying to hold down my lunch :) They had fun but Pancho did miss you quite terribly! I guess eating crap is just thier way of missing yall!
From Kristin:
There is nothing wrong with a little N SYNC action. I’m hoping for an NKOTB like reunion tour!
From sarah:
i love her when she was young. i love her crazy eyes!! you can tell she had destruction on her mind from the moment she was born :p my kind of dog!
i had to google `po-po` because i dont speak american and now i will use it forever to describe the police!! thanks La! education!
From routledge:
My cats irritate the crap out of me too… until I am gone for a week, and I realized I missed them more than my husband.
Just stopping by from SITS. Happy Friday.
Missy
From Sturgmom:
We have a nasty little miniature dachsund with “submissive peeing” problems. So I feel your pain.
Glad y’all had a great trip and made it home safely! Bye bye bye for now!
From Reen:
Two words: dog children.
Shaking my head!