Concerned, I called and SM is just fine. He thought since he was so close on the drive home to Virginia Beach that he would see if his cousin Jimmy was still around. We used to live in VB 30yrs ago and I'd only met Jimmy once. He's a Navy Seal by trade. SM made plans to get together for a beer with him Friday night.
"You'll never guess where I just was." SM teased.
"Where? You're in VB right?"
"Yeah...but where is my favorite place here?"
Captain George's has a huge seafood buffet. "I am so stuffed I can hardly move." SM said.
I could sense the tight belly from here.
"You know, I didn't even think about that when you told me you were driving through." I pointed out.
"I did." SM replied, which made me laugh.
"Do you miss me?" He asked.
"I did Tuesday."
"You don't miss me anymore?"
"Let's just say that while I'm sure I can live without you, it's alot more fun having you around to annoy the crap out of me."
"Well...Geez, I'll rush right home then."
I expect he'll pull in later this afternoon and then tomorrow Ronnie and Connie are due to stop in on their way back to Ohio from Ft Myers.
So guess what I'm doing today?
Giving the house a scrub.
Doing laundry. Those dog blankets are the majority of my load.
And Scooter Boo. He is way over due for a haircut.
No time like the present. So with the sky lightening up (today close to 60 degrees!) I grabbed me a cranky Cocker and completed phase one.
The top half.
Scooter's patience is limited so I clean him up in phases. He had a bath last weekend. This morning I clipped the top half of him.
I'll get his legs later. He hates having his feet worked on.
His reward for not ripping my face off?
One of my socks. Hard to believe that sweet mug was righteous anger and fury at me just minutes before.
How that I'm covered in dog hair, it's time to clean myself up and run to the store for groceries.
I'm thinking meatloaf as a Welcome Home dinner for SM.
(I just read this post through. So mundane. SM better get home quick so I have something more interesting to post about than dog hair, laundry and meatloaf. Geez-a-loo...)