"It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring..."

...The old man being State, our Border Collie. Our firecracker. Our unpredictable child. Bailey, our oldest and very predictable child is lying upside down at my feet. I guess the heat I requested K to crank up is too much for him to bear, so he's decided to belly-up and cool off. It is really wet and nasty around here and has been for weeks, ick. You know the song, "She's only happy in the sun"? Written for me.
(Come on- Ben Harper? Anyone?)


We spent the weekend in Athens with my brother and "sis-in-love" as she calls it. We (I) decided to go on a whim, which is how it usually happens. It was really nice- playing lots of cards, listening to good music, cooking dinner and spilling, er, drinking wine and catching up. (They poured me a little glass that I could smell instead of drink- I could almost taste it!) I'm so grateful that they are close. They are newlyweds, too, and its nice to see how in love they are. I just can't imagine a better gal for my bro. They also have 2 dogs and ours LOVE to play with their cousins, Maxwell Silver Hammer and Miss Elsie Lou. (...and harass their cat, Mr. Bigsby).



The minute K landed back in the A I asked him if he would be up for a road trip, and he kindly obliged. I had us packed and ready to go when he got home. Saturday we went to Panera Bread for breakfast so K could get some work done. I had wonderful hot chocolate, the always-a-hit everything bagel with pounds of cream cheese, and my book. It was a wonderful morning. I'm currently reading "Mere Christianity" by C.S. Lewis- A tough read for me. I have to read things over and over again, but after I get it, I get it. It's really good so far, and I love that K has read it, and loves to help me out when I don't understand something.
It was a very cool weekend. Until. Saturday. Night. I hadn't been sick once since K left Wednesday- A miracle. Is the worst over, I thought? Could it be true? No, it couldn't, and it wouldn't be. We had Ah-mazing Taqueria Style Tacos- Carne Asada for dinner, and let me tell you- after I devoured my tacos and basically licked my plate, I had a horrible night. It was one of those pesky sneak-attacks, too. Punk. Rinse (literally) and repeat on Sunday afternoon. The only thing that I haven't seen 2ce are the Reese Cups I had about an hour ago. Hm, I could be onto something... I really hope that soon I will have cooler things to write about than my vomiting. Gross. For example, this week in the world of baby guff a LOT is going on. Ch ch check this out to see exactly what. (You'll have to click on weeks 10-14 to see current happenings.) It's pretty cool, and I love how the little one is kicking and punching me, already. Whatever terrible twos.

It's almost February! What?!

Until Next Time,
The Guff