Leg-ally blonde

Middle of the week. Yayyyy!

Last night was a The Husband's church league basketball game and it was quite the nail biter! The Husband led me to believe it was going to be a stomping but it was pretty close... Until the end when I got confused about why they were all hugging each other. (Hugging looks the same as fouling sometimes. Who knew?) He and Horace the Reptile both had a good game and managed not to get hit in the face with the ball. Mad skillz. And Mexican food after! It twas the makings of a perfect Tuesday evening.

I should tally up how much Mexican we average per month. Eh, never mind. There are some things you don't need to know in this world.

Big doggie weekend coming up. The Family O is going to be out of town so we're keeping their beagle (and frequent Bubbleland character), Nellie. Sugarbear has no idea what's about to hit her. And neither do we, I don't believe. If I thought Claudey cat was upset before, she's about to get schooled in what her 2-dog-future's going to look like.

Speaking of dogs, The Husband pointed out the other day that I'm a leg wiggler. (Thumbs down on the segue. I judge myself.) The dog likes to scratch herself or chew on herself or do some other dog nonsense that shakes the whole bed. I get irritated and throw her on the floor in a fit of rage. Apparently, I've been lucky to not have been thrown on the floor myself as Husband says I do the same thing. Well, sans scratching or chewing. Ok, it's totally not the same thing at all.

When I was little, I would crazy-wiggle my legs in the car and remember my dad saying something about my inability to hold still. When I got older, I would crazy-wiggle my legs because my feet never touched the floor. Now, as a categorically defined "grownup", I still have people ask me if I'm nervous because I crazy-shake-wiggle my legs when I sit.

I'm crazy-wiggle-shaking right now!

All that to say, maybe I should be easier on the dog.

Nah. I'm just grateful The Hubster lets me stay.

Anyways, I think of the leg shake as exercise. And I need it. Time to get in shape! Kick it up a notch! Work it out! The universe is testing me right now and I must leg wiggle my way to health. Yesterday, it was doughnuts. Today –

I got a cavity just by taking the picture

You know what I want for my birthday? A Fred Flintstone roasted turkey leg. Why must we be held by this antiquated dessert celebration when everyone knows that meat is a treat!

Sigh.

Well, Internettie, I'll go ahead and sign off. Looks like it might not rain tonight so you get up and do something out there in this great big beautiful world of ours. And shake a leg! Hahhhhh...