They say pets all start to resemble their owners, and I'm definitely seeing a resemblance to Suki this week:
Yep, two fluffy lumps, that's us. :p
(She was midway through chasing her ball when she just... flopped.)
I'd like to blame the heat... so yeah, let's do that.
John's been dealing with A/C repair on all fronts this week: the car A/C went out, our house A/C is gasping along, and then we discovered our rental's A/C has a giant hole chewed through it from the local wildlife. (Which was actually a happy discovery, since we thought the whole unit was kaput. A hole we can fix! A hole can be filled! YAY HOLES!)
It's been nearly 100 degrees for over a week now, so every time I set foot outside I start wailing like a rusty siren and demanding smoothies and a moving truck, in that order. "WE ARE MOVING TO MAINE RIGHT NOW. Right after a Blimey Limey."
(Also me, when contemplating moving.)
John managed to stem my grousing the other day with some goodies from the P.O. box:
My friend and FOE Carrie sent me this awesome metal Stay Puft as a belated birthday gift. I didn't even know this guy existed!
I immediately ran to rearrange my shelf to make room for him. LOOK AT MAH BEAUTIFUL BABIES.
(John took issue with Zero being in there. "That's Stay Puft's dog. Obviously.")
Then Brooke - the master who made my rainbow skirt - sent along a whole box of goodies. This was the stand-out, though: