This is why I'm afraid of being a work-at-home mom.

It is nearly 12:00.  I went running with Dave at 6:00 am.  I have still not taken a shower.  I fully believe that if I did not have a job, I would never take a shower or get dressed.    Dave would come home, the house would be a mess, and I'd be stinky in old t-shirts and boxers! My hair would be one big dreadlock. I'd weigh 2000 lbs.  I also have a feeling Happy Hour would start earlier and earlier.

I LOVE not taking a shower until later in the day.  It is the absolute best thing about working at home.  I've turned Dave on to this, too.  He used to be a hop out of bed and get clean boy.  Now, given the chance, he'll wait until late morning to clean up.  Occassionally, he's even waited until the afternoon.  HA!  My slovenly ways are rubbing off on him!

Important Puppy/Cat news:  Patches and Scarlett are currently napping near each other.  This is a big deal.  Patches generally tries to herd the cats.  (He is a collie; that is his job.)  His ears perk up, he gets a very serious look on his face and he starts to loop around them.  Barking may occur.  We believe that in dog language this means "I will herd you now."  Unfortunately, in cat language it means "I will hurt you now."   Scarlett, in particular, appears to trigger something more sinister in the P-dog.  Instead of circling, he runs straight at her, and he looks a bit more pouncy than herd-y.  We think he thinks she might be an indoor squirrel.  She's grey, she has a big bushy tail, and she often acts squirrely (although in the human squirrel-y way, not like the actual rodent).  She keeps taunting him, too, by getting closer to him than I think is wise and then hissing like a cobra.  Yesterday there was a bit of breakthrough:  he pounced at her pretty aggressively, and then after several  "NO KITTY!" commands on my part, he actually looked remorseful.  That has never occurred before.  Usually, he's all proud of himself.  Perhaps this nap actually means something--like friendship. A breakthrough?  Of course, it could also mean that he's in a better position to eat her that if she tries to move. 

Dave's good deed for the day:  On the run this morning, Dave found a wallet full of credit cards and a driver's liscense.  Clearly, someone had been robbed and the robber threw the wallet out of a car.  BTW, yes, there are sketchy parts of our neighborhood.  Being the 6'4" fearless man that he is, Dave wanted to just go to the person's apartment and give him back his wallet.  Being the 5'8" wouss that I am, I protested that it could be seen as stalker-ish. (You've been robbed and now I know where you live.) Heck, I was even ready to just call the police and let them deal with it.  Instead, Dave just mailed the man his wallet with a little note in it.  What a good man I married! 

Let's hope that gives out some good karma for the car repair.  (Carma?)

12:33:44 PM