As I sit here this chilly Saturday evening, full of ribeye steak, baked tater and chocolate chip cookies I watch Texas Aggie Football and peruse the archives of Confessions of a Pioneer Woman, one of my many favorite blogs. Oh, how she entertains me. I was happily adoring recordings of her child's cuteness when trying to pronounce his "J"'s, feeling the pain of her Humiliation Chronicles and truly grossing out on her Gross Out stories when the image that will haunt my nocturnal bliss appeared.
Even though I may have nightmares about retaliating, zombie calf nuts, I have the morning routine to look forward to to drive away the night terrors. Any time the weather gets colder "the girls" get to come into their "Big, big House"---our garage. I call it their big, big house because they already have a pretty big dog house outside. But, they love coming in so we happily oblige. The best part of that is in the morning, when Ronnie lets them out, Maggie quietly comes into our bedroom and sits right by my side of the bed. Her breathing stinky breath wakes me up. I pet and love her and she licks my arm until I say, "ok, it's time to go outside and potty". She then turns and runs to the door and the lingering stinky dog smell lulls me right back to sleep. Waking up to that beautiful, stinky yellow lab has to be one of the greatest highlights of my day. Thank you, Bradley Peterson! And thank you to my sweet husband for letting me have her even though we already had two...or was it three? Who knows?!.
We had a showing yesterday. Woot Woot! Ok, cancel the party...we havent heard anything from them. It was just to lease the house, anyway. I would prefer to sell, but at this point we will take what we can get.
I had the bright idea to try to create that "this is home" feeling by boiling some cinnamon sticks, cloves and pumpkin pie spice. We cleaned the place spotless and were finishing up last minute details when all of a sudden it was "Home for the Holidays" gone "Ladder 49". The water had boiled out of the pan and the spices were all of a sudden incinerated at the bottom of the pot. Not exactly that "this is home" feeling I was going for. It was more like "this is home and we lost all our belongings in the fire" smell.
Maybe I was sub-consciously sabbatoging the sale/lease of the house. Either that or I am not as big a fan of beans as Ronnie is, as it was his bean making pot that got r-u-i-n-e-d, ruined! The good news is that the "just burned pie" smell was undetectable when we got home, so we think maybe it was gone when they visited...fingers crossed...or not (insert wicked, sabbatoge laugh).