Let's record how many times we still spontaneously make out during the normal week day!

I've had an interesting day.

I'm a wife, by the way.

I don't know if I've ever mentioned that little tidbit...

I've been married for over a year to the most kind man in the world (sorry girls, Mr. Right is taken. And passionately in love!). When we were dating my Dad requested that I not go making it "Facebook official" or anything, so that explains a few interesting comments here and there in the past and lack of ecstatic, giggly, announcement. Actually I have a whole blog post that I never posted because I said too much. I bet I could publish it now...

So, as I write, my husband (!!! I have a HUSBAND!!!) is just drifting off to sleep with his head rested on my chest like a small child. Before he settled down for a nap he informed me that he feels like he's resting in a safe cloud when he is on my chest. "It's like you emit sunshine and happiness. Maybe that's why babies feel so safe with their Mamas." I'm pretty certain that it's a hormone, not actually sunshine and happiness, but I'm glad he feels that way about it.

*happy sigh*

We've recently moved to Texas (I know, I know, it's shameful! I finally have real happenings to write about and I don't mention anything) and in an effort to save money we purchased our furniture unfinished, because I can finish it myself. So this morning I was working on staining book shelves. We have a lot of books, so we have a lot of book shelves, so I am incredibly sick of staining. We have five units of five shelves each and I'm working on the last five shelves. I know, it's a lot of shelves.

Anyway, here in Texas we get quite a bit more rain than we did in California and with rain comes thunder and lightning (well, in Texas it does anyway). We have two dogs (golly, I really gotta keep up with this blog better, soooo much background information that should have been written before) and the one with the long gorgeous tail is deathly afraid of thunder. She hyperventilates and hides in any small space available. She's hidden in the fireplace, kitchen cabinets, tv cabinet (on top of the VCR), closets, cardboard boxes, under beds, in bedside tables... You name it... She is terrified out of her senses and unnaturally fast. She gets into trouble before you realize you heard a loud noise.

So... As I'm working on staining the top side of the last shelf "BOOM!" lightening strikes and the balcony deck rumbles with the sound. Before I knew what was happening she was trying to wiggle between two freshly stained shelves that I had propped up against the wall. I screeched and reached for her collar.

Too late.

She saw me coming and dodged, stepping aside...right...into...the...stain.

As my brain registered what I'd seen and relayed the message, "Doggie paintbrush!!!" she was already samba stepping her way off my make shift towel drop cloth and across the wooden deck, spreading her beautiful artwork around with her tail.

AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHH!!!!

This animal is one reason I'm convinced I would have been a terrible sister, had I had any sisters. I go from "You're so cute!" to "I'M GUNNA KILL YOU!" In about 0.75 seconds... But only with her... I haven't had that problem with boys or boy dogs... It will be interesting to see how I handle daughters, if we have any.

Back to the true story.

I had been Facetiming my husband when the lightening struck and at this point in the story I had hollered out what happened while trying to drag the dog back onto a towel and not let her touch the wet shelves. She finally sat still long enough for me to let go and pick up a towel, with which to spread the damage (in an attempt to clean it up).

"BOOM!"

And off she dashed again, desperately searching for some place to hide. I took off after her.

I think that's about when I finished digesting my breakfast cereal and the coffee suddenly found itself partying alone in my stomach and, with nothing more interesting to do, it tapped into my adrenal glands and had a field day... Not nice... Shocked, angry, caffeinated, and now shaking... Not good.

Is it wrong that this was my thought process?- the dog is not staying still because she's afraid of the thunder. If she's more afraid of me than she is of the thunder than she'll stay on the towel where I put her.

From where my husband was propped up against the wall, in view of the entire thing, I could hear him saying, "Baby, be nice. Samie? Be gentle. Baby, can you hear me? Baby!?"

In between trying to clean up the mess (on the deck and the dog), finish the half stained shelf (to avoid lines), assess the permanent damage, and dragging the dog back to the towel (repeatedly), I managed to accomplished my intention (she is definitely more afraid of me now).

*sigh*

I won't lie. I wanted to chuck her over the railing.

We live on the third floor, have I mentioned that?

No, didn't think so...

She's only 30lbs... It wouldn't have been that difficult...

I promise- I am not a typically angry person. It is actually unusually difficult to offend me at all, and even when I am I don't show it. I am not in the habit of angry rants or violent stampedes. Most people describe me as "sweet". I was once told that yelling at me is like, "brutally crushing a pretty flower." True story.

She is the exception.

I wish I new why. It would make living with her so much nicer. It would be more sunshiny and happy (if you get my reference).

*deep sigh*

I now have a black dog and brown speckled yellow dog. I wonder if it will wash out, or if I'll have to give her another haircut?

She is currently fenced into the entrance where she can't stain the carpet. She's not very happy. But the lightening went away, which is good!

Well, my husband has rolled off onto his pillow and is happily snoring away. I think it's time for me to go apologize to a little speckled dog and remind her that I do love her.

Most of the time.