Well. Large things can bring happiness too but I’d like to focus elsewhere today.
For starters, this kid.
His mother informs me that he’ll walk around the house saying, ‘Wes..kels….roomba…gladys..’ How cute is that. And for those who do not know of roomba, that would be the household machinery that saves my sanity-a robot vacuum cleaner. If you have wood floor (or anything besides carpet) I highly recommend. But back to his little list. I imagine that come summer time, ‘pool’ will be added. And that will be quite enjoyable.
Going through the drive through at the bank and having the lady behind the window ask me if my dog (who is now standing in my lap, staring at said lady and wagging her tail furiously) is a he or a she. I responded, ‘She’s a she,’ and wondered at the seemingly odd question. ‘Is she allowed to have treats?’ came next and Gladys and I both shook our heads yes. And driving away with Gladys cheerfully munching away made me grin.
The one hundred and ninety are popping up and bringing great cheer. Along with our new addition to the patio. You should come by and see it. Pretty fabulous.
Turning off the light, sinking into my pillow and hearing click, click, click, (Glady’s nails on the wood floor), then, scratch scratch on the door. And all I hear is, ‘Hi. Um. Mom? Dad? You there? See, it’s kinda dark out here and I’m possibly having a bad dream and a pat on the head would sure be nice…’ And I holler out, ‘Gladys, go get in your bed.’ Click, click, click, flop. Makes me chuckle and snort. And that is the story I relayed when my dear friend told me that Gladys dominates the blog and shouts that I need a kid. Snort.
And speaking of babies and dear friends, I was reminded again how short the distance is to Richmond and spent the day with the above mentioned. And held a baby that was pretty much like holding melted butter.
It was pretty sweet.
Happy days, my friends, happy days.