Some people call it chaos, I call it home.

That seems to be the theme of my life lately. I wake up this morning to the wonderful sound of a dog getting ready to vomit. Turns out to be Tess and she vomited up pieces of hard plastic. What she ate? I have no clue. I swear she has a stomach of steel. It must be the fact that she probably ate garbage the first year or so of her life. Then I check my cell phone, one to see what time it was (which it hadn't changed yet) and two to see if I had any messages from work. Huh I do have a message and why does every clock in my room say a different time.....I try to get to said messages........................................................crickets................................................nothing.......... What happened next can only be said in a Peter Griffin voice of "aww crap." See I might have dropped my phone yesterday....multiple times. It wouldn't be the first time I dropped it and I usually put the battery back in and everyone is happy. Apparently not this time. So I turn the phone off and turn it back on....okay now we have the correct time. How about those messages??..............................nothing....................................well poop. I suppose if it was work they will call my house, which I find out later, it was them plus a hang up and I had really just put my cell phone on the treatment sheet. Stupid me. Sorry Dr. B. So my arm is still aching from the flu shot yesterday but I decide anyways to attack the leaves that have taken over my backyard. Seriously, the pile of leaves on the curb, you could totally bury a small car in there. Not kidding. And these are the leaves from my back yard....where I have no trees. Nope it seems that every tree within a twenty mile radius sheds its leaves in my backyard. So after many hours of listening to the corgis next door bark (seriously neighbors, doesn't it annoy you that your dogs bark 24-7?? because it annoys the shit out of me), many trips to the curb (escorted by Phoebe of course) many times of me yelling "Phoebe NO!" as she attacks the leaf blower/rake/tarp/Tess/Corgis/Bob/Mario..., I finally realize that the amount in the front is less than the amount in the back. Eh, works for me. No, I am not as good as Bob next door, curses to you retired person, as he individually picks up each leaf and says a wonderful goodbye (not really) but I feel I made a significant dent and that my yard isn't going to smell like rotten ass. I drag my beaten body inside for a hot shower and benadryl. Later my friend brings her Westie over who might be joining us for thanksgiving. My dogs get along with other dogs fine, but she was concerned about the cats. I think she forgot that my cats....are well....dogs in feline bodies. Because after wearing the dogs outside in the backyard (while there is still barking....seriously people?!?!?) we let them in where Rinker runs into Craplin. We watch with baited breath as Craplin sniffs him, gets a drink of water, stretches, and sits down. Yeah see most cats would run but Craplin only runs when he tries to get other dogs in trouble. That is when he pull his "I am going to meander into the "insert room here" make sure everyone is watching me, and then take off like a bat out of hell." For which no dog can resist. And usually after the 3rd or 4th time of this stunt, some dog or dogs gets into trouble and thus Craplin goes to have a meal while snickering the whole way. Rinker is interested but not in an obsessed-you are going to find a mutilated cat body way. And that was that. I make dinner and proceed to watch the halloween simpsons where I immediately fall asleep (oh yeah, I took benadryl). Wake up to Dexter and will start everything over again tomorrow. Yes my life is chaos, but it isn't too bad. Lately though it has been intermitten with good days and bad days. Like last week, mostly good days, one horrible day and today (is today included in last week or a new week?) not so good day. I am gunning for all good days next week because I know it will end on a good note of seeing the fam. Here's hoping.