Smorgasbord

Oh, gracious. We meet again, my sad and neglected blog. I have so many important items to discuss. I've been feeling a real need to express myself via Microsoft Paint lately, but since I am currently unemployed my only computer is a Mac. Getting my Microsoft Paint on is really about the only thing I miss about my job. That and the pebbled ice machine.

Anywho. Last I wrote, I was about to embark on a magical voyage called the Disney Cruise! What a delight it was. The whole fan damily went on a 7-day cruise aboard the Disney Wonder, stopping in Cabo San Lucas and Puerto Vallarta. Unfortunately, the military isn't too fond of Mexico right now, so Cary and I got to enjoy staying aboard the ship the entire time. But it was totally tubular and radical and we loved every second of it. Except the first night when I got weirdly sea sick. Not throwing up and nauseous so much as insanely anxious and irritated and dizzy. Everyone was way excited to hang out with me! It was 7 fantastic days of eating Mickey Bars, drinking Diet Coke, reading by the pool, playing games, watching awesome shows at night, and just soaking up all of the time with the whole fam. Picture time: As per usual, these photos are not in chronological order, because blogger is trying to ruin my life.

Darn it, why you gotta be sideways? Here is Matt is his most excellent tourist outfit. Please note the socks and sandals. 

Seesters!

Todd is so sad that the cruise is almost over.

Cuties.

A solid picture. Probably going to send it out for Christmas cards this year. 

The whole group at dinner the last night, with our awesome servers. Your dinner servers follow you each night to each restaurant, and ours were the best! They kept the Diet Coke and Mickey Bars coming. 

Just hanging out in a port hole. 

Cary loves pictures. 

Pirate Ellie! Argh! 

They have a pirate night on the ship, where everyone dresses up as Pirates and they have fireworks and turkey legs and such. It was super awesome.  

I told Brent to make a pirate face, and this is the result. He's been hanging out with some strange pirates, apparently. 

Ahoy mateys!

Fun times while waiting for dinner: Go "Bbbbbb" and take a picture in the middle.

More of that nonsense

It's funny every time! 

Oh, Matthew. 

M-I-C-K-E-Y  M-O-U-S-E!

Ellie had the most fantastic swimming ensemble. I want a long sleeved swimsuit with a hood. But I don't think my bum would look as cute in so many ruffles.  

Thar she blows! The good ship Disney Wonder, as viewed from Cabo San Lucas. Cary and I were sitting on the boat, while everyone else enjoyed frolicking on the beach. Boo. But hanging out on the mostly empty boat was rad. Got all the best spots to lounge in the sun and no lines for any food. Score. 

And now it's pirate night again? Katie bought Matt's pirate outfit on clearance at a costume store, and we later saw a 7 year old girl wearing the same one.  

Yarrr.

Cute little pirate family.

A whole table o' pirates. 

Doing the limbo is a favorite past time of pirates. 

Gettin' our nails did while the men folk went fishing. 

Brent and I getting our karaoke on. The crowd loved our rendition of Megara's "I  won't say I'm in love", featuring Brent as the Muses. 

Another quality pic of our performance. 

Here Todd is showcasing our spoils from winning Movie Quote Trivia. Our team was unstoppable.

We won now one, but TWO water bottles. It was pretty groovy.

Good grief, blogger is making me so angry. Does anyone else have such issues with pictures or am I just a special brand of blogger-incompetent? In conclusion to this segment of the post, we had an amazing time on the cruise, and I think I gained 400 lbs. I was wearing my jeans on the flight back home and I wanted to cry the entire time because they were cutting off my circulation at the waist. Thusly, I vowed to stop drinking Diet Coke and run 100 miles during the month of April. I'm happy to report that on this day of April 17th, I am DC Free, and I've run 73 miles! Word to your mother.


Next up, Care Bear and I spent a week in Colorado! This was a delightful time, the exception being the time that my family's dog, Kola, bit my poor flabby Abby. Abby is a big gentle giant and would never hurt a fly, but Kola is a bit of a jealous dog who is becoming kind of crazy in her old age. They were playing fetch with Cary and Kola just went bonkers and bit my poor dog! She had to go to the vet and get shaved and had to wear the cone of shame for a while. It was very tragic.

 Poor Abby girl. She's so sad.

The damage, after getting cleaned up by the vet. 


Aaaaaand here are some pictures from various times being in Colorado! 

My BFF Danica got married! They are way adorable. (p.s.- she's wearing my dress! It was so fun to see it being worn again!)

  Look at us super foxy bridesmaids.

At Danica's bridal shower. I hate standing at the front in photos. 

Loved spending quality time with my other BFF Rachie! And we love matching.

 Hey, speaking of weddings, here is a super old picture of us at Sarah's wedding! My husband is so cute.

 I just realized that Care Bear's eyes are closed in this picture. Oh well.

Another kind of old picture of our girl's weekend in Breckenridge. 


At this point in the blog, I was going to add a bunch of awesome iPhone pictures, but I started this post yesterday, and between now and then, my iPhone decided to go swimming... in the toilet. That sure is too bad. Between that unfortunate occasion and Blogger deleting pictures and being a total wiener, I am done with this whole picture journey. 


The good news is that as a logical conclusion to this post, I have some great hipster jokes that I would like to share.


Did you hear about the hipster who burned his mouth on his hot pocket?


... Yeah, he ate it before it was cool.


How many hipsters does it take to change a lightbulb?


Oh, it's some obscure number you've probably never heard of. 

Giant Catch-Up Post, Picture Edition

Oh, mercy.

It has been over a month since I last blogged. I love writing in ye olde blogge shoppe, but once it's been a little while, I feel so overwhelmed by the prospect of properly detailing all of the recent events, that I just put it off over and over again, until here we are! A month and a half later, and way too much to catch up on. It has been a whirlwind of events since I last posted about our new assignment.

 Before the photo-palooza commences, I feel I should at least give my loyal audience the Reader's Digest version of all that has happened in the last month and a half. Last time I blogged, Cary had just received his assignment, which in case you already forgot, is a KC-135 to Fairchild AFB in Spokane, Washington. We expected to sit around Del Rio and bask in graduated-from-pilot-training-bliss for a while, but this was not the case. Graduation came and went, and it was delightful, and a week later we were moving our household goods into a storage unit, packing up everything we'd need for the next 6 months into our cars, and saying goodbye as Cary flew up to Spokane for a lovely SERE vacation (survival school), while I hopped in the car with Abby and drove up to Colorado. Cary is almost done with his training (hallelujah... it's been rough) and we are meeting in LA on Saturday to hop aboard the good ship Disney Wonder for a cruise with my family! Hooray! After that, we are coming back to Colorado for some more vacationing. Cary will then fly down to Del Rio to finish up some paperwork and whatnot, and I will stick around CO to attend by BFF's wedding! And then, I will drive from Denver and Cary will drive from Del Rio, and we will meet at Altus Air Force Base in Altus, Oklahoma for a hot and boring summer, where Cary will complete 5 months of training for the KC-135. AND THEN, at long last, we will pick up our stuff from Del Rio and drive a moving van (towing a car) and another car up to Spokane where we will FINALLY settle down in beautiful Spokane, buy a house, find me a job, etc.

As for my time in Colorado I've been busy watching Ellie, trying to find a swimsuit for our cruise that won't scar young children, dealing with getting my credit card information stolen, trying to figure out where to live while we're at Altus, running a lot so that I can eat Chipotle and Chick-Fil-A to my heart's content, worrying about my husband, losing at every single card game we've played, taking pictures of Ellie with my iPhone, loving the Colorado mountains and weather, and enjoying lots of time with family. It's been great, but I'm ready to see my husband again.

Boy, that was not a very condensed version at all, now was it?

Now that you are up to speed, sit back, grab an ice cold beverage, and warm up your scrolling finger, because here comes a random and plentiful assortment of pictures, to delight and astound you.

The task of putting these in chronological order is just too much for me to bear. I tried for about 15 minutes, but became overwhelmed with the desire to chuck my computer out the window, so deal with it.

We went on a Valentine's Day lunch date to the new Fuddrucker's in Del Rio. It was sexy. 

Chloe, Josh, and Abby were best friends while they were in town for graduation. 

Oh hi, baby! I've been watching Ellie while my sister works since I've been in Colorado, and I love this sweet baby! We have a pretty good routine going on: She sleeps, eats, and giggles the whole time I watch her, and then Katie comes home from work and Ellie cries and blows out her diaper.

Snuggling the afternoon away

Abby was very depressed when we were packing and moving. She just wandered from room to room, sighing and looking forlorn. Poor dog. 

But now she is in heaven, frolicking around with my family's 2 black labs! I tell you what, 3 dogs is a lot of dogs. Especially when you are in the kitchen and they are all right under your feet. But they are so funny and cute. 

I felt so much anxiety as we closed the door to our storage unit, containing the large majority of our earthly possessions. I hope it all survives the summer in Del Rio! I can't wait to be reunited with our things in September! 

We went to our friendly neighborhood Chili's on one of our last nights in Del Rio. The table next to us was having some sort of party, and they brought along this statue to sit at their table and watch them eat. Del Rio is a strange place. 

More Abby being weird. Why do I love that weird dog so much? 

This is me on my last day of work! I was much more excited about this than my face in this picture might suggest. Sayonara polos and khakis! I about danced a jig as I gave away all of my old uniforms to the poor unfortunate souls who still work there. 

Silly baby. Why do babies look so funny when they are mad?

Oh hey, time for some graduation pictures! Way to go, husband!

Breaking the wings. The tradition:

The Breaking of the Wings

Since man started flying, he has taken to the air a certain amount of risk. To counter that risk, a tradition was established years ago when the Army Air Corps first started issuing pilot wings to their young aviators. This tradition is called "BREAKING OF THE WINGS."

At every UPT graduation, the Air Force issues the pilots their pair of wings. As tradition has it, the pilot should never wear that first pair of wings. To bring good luck, the pilot should break the wing into two parts. The pilot should keep one half, the other half should be given to the pilot's best friend or relative. To preserve good luck, the halves should never be brought together while the pilot is alive. After death the two halves are once again united with the pilot for good luck in the next life.


Cary bought me a sweet plaque to mount my half of the wings, along with the explanation of the tradition. He's cute. I think I'll keep him. 

Aw.

Trying to be all artsy with the whole holding-out-the-broken-wings-and-kissing thing. This was about the best shot, which is sort of pathetic. Whenever we kiss for pictures, we look like a pair of 7th graders kissing for the first time. All we're missing is the headgear and acne. Yikes. Our wedding photographer had us "eskimo kiss" by touching noses instead of actually kissing, because apparently we are really not very attractive kissers. Oh well. 

Hahaha. Perhaps you thought I was exaggerating, but this picture is proves that our awkwardness knows no bounds.  What is wrong with us?

At the graduation banquet with my cute mama!

My studly pilot... Although, if I'm being honest, I have to say that I find mess dress to be strangely reminiscent to those monkeys playing the cymbals. 

A blurry picture of Cary giving me my necklace with my own pair of wings.

And now we're in Colorado! Last weekend, my sister-in-law Lauren came down to Colorado and we had a fantastic girl's weekend at her family's cabin in Keystone! It was my Mom, Katie and Ellie, Lauren, and me, and we had a blast! Here are riding the gondola at Keystone to go tubing! It was so fun. Especially when Katie fell down, and a super hunky ski instructor came over and gave her some candy to make her feel better. 

Hooray for tubing!

We spent a lot of time in the kitchen... We made muddy buddies, caramel popcorn, enchiladas, smoothies... It was a delicious weekend. 

And now we're at Ellie's baby blessing? We thought this book shelf with the ladder would be a great place for a saucy librarian photo op. 

Of course Brent had to show me up. Look at that booty. I know what you're wondering, and yes ladies, he IS single. 

Siblings, minus Ryan and Josh. 

I love my family!

Well, there you have it. I wanted to add some more pictures, but blogger keeps freaking out at me and I'm getting very angry so I'd better wrap it up before this devolves into minor swear words and temper tantrums. 

Here's to blogging in the future: Mo' posts, mo' good, and mo' bettah. 

I say that every time, but this time I mean it! Maybe.

The Big News You Probably Already Read on Facebook

Our future is looking big.

And gassy.

Say hello to Cary's new plane: The KC-135! The KC-135 does aerial refueling. So my husband will be flying the gas station of the skies. He's pretty excited about the plane (it was his 3rd choice), and we're very excited about our new base- Fairchild AFB, in Spokane, Washington! I've never actually been to Washington State, but I'm already so excited! And of course, my camera decided to be a total brat and died during Drop Night. I hate that thing. 

As far as we can tell at this point, we'll leave sometime in the next month or two for 5 months of training at Altus, AFB in Oklahoma. And then we'll hopefully roll in to Spokane sometime next fall? This is what would happen if the Air Force operated with any semblance of order and logic, but after just our brief time in the Air Force, I am not holding my breath. But regardless, sometime in the year 2012, we will be parking our gear in Spokane and calling it home! It's a little bit bittersweet leaving Del Rio, our home for the last year and a half... but mostly it's sweet.

It seems only natural that I take this opportunity to make a list.

Things I will miss about Del Rio:
1. My homies. I've made so many great friends here, and I get very sad thinking of all of us spreading out all over the world. Boohoo. (Hey friends! We need to take a big picture before we all leave. Because I am terrible at taking pictures and have hardly any from Del Rio! And if we don't have any pictures together, I will probably forget we were ever friends.)
2. It is cheap. There's nothing to do and nowhere to shop, so we save money like nobody's business.
It's only $2.50 to see a movie. The theater smells like cat pee, so what? It's $2.50.
3. My job (Haha! That was a good joke.) But I will miss the extra lettuce that working full time brings in.
4. Having my husband home every night. For some reason, once you are a real life pilot, they insist on you actually flying your plane to different places. Which requires leaving home. Darn.
5. I have a feeling that there won't be as many tricked out cars in Spokane, and I will miss the spectacle of trucks raised 4 feet off of the ground, spinner wheels on minivans, and the many different varieties of flames. People watching is brought to a whole new level in Del Rio. It can be very educational, especially for a sheltered white girl from Denver.

Things I will not miss about Del Rio:
1. People leaving their shopping carts all over the place in parking lots. Don't tell me that it happens everywhere. Perhaps it does, but you don't even know the extent of the problem here. Everytime I get a ding on my car from a shopping cart, it causes me to feel very ill will towards my fellow Del Rioans. It's time for me to leave.
2. The many, many skunks. And feral cats. And fire ants.
3. Running the exact same 5 mile loop around the base. I think I could run it with my eyes closed. And I'm also tired of passing the same angry looking woman every time I run.
4. Wal-Mart. I can't even... Just, Wal-Mart. Everything about it. I get grumpy just thinking about it.
5. Living 3 hours away from a real city and an airport. It's a real drag sometimes.
6. 90 degrees in February. It is just wrong. And for that matter, 115 degrees in August. Say no to back sweat.
7. Dressing rooms with no doors on them. I went to a store once and picked up some pants to try on, only to discover that the dressing room doors had all been removed. No thank you. And I wouldn't mind at all if there were less barred windows in my future.
8. The most useless BX (Department-type store on base) in the Air Force. They appear to have lots of stuff... And yet they never have anything I actually need. It is most curious.
9. Working full time at the gym. No more polos and khakis! The thought of wearing regular clothes, waking up later than 6:30, and grocery shopping during the day nearly brings me to tears of joy.
10. Having a husband in Pilot Training. I hear rumors that once pilot training is over, your husband will no longer be treated like a 5 year old. This would be delightful.

And lastly,

Things that are going to be awesome about Spokane!
1. Costco! Target! Nordstrom! Frozen Yogurt! Restaurants besides Chili's! Be still, my heart. It's really too bad that I might not be working full time in Spokane, because I can feel a physical need to spend money at all of these stores and restaurants that I've missed so dearly.
2. Trees! And grass! And mountains! I can hardly wait! Washington looks absolutely beautiful.
3. Outdoor activities galore! Tons of running events and triathlons, trails, sports stores and more! Cary loves hiking and backpacking (and I love him), so we will be busting out our camping gear for the first time in a while! And there's rafting, lakes, hiking, and much closer to any type of skiing than Del Rio!
4. We're (fingers crossed) hoping to buy a house while we're in Spokane! That would be so awesome! Paying rent always feels like just tossing money out the window.
5. We have a couple of friends heading out to Fairchild to fly KC-135s too, and some of them are from Washington, so they can show us around. And it'll be so nice to have a few familiar faces in the area!
6. 40 minutes away from Coeur d'Alene, Idaho. It is sooo beautiful there, and I see many trips there in our future!
7. There are actual schools in Spokane! I am pondering going back for more school, possibly going to Dental Hygiene school or maybe getting a Masters of some sort, and I will have the opportunity to do so!
8. 4 hours to Seattle! I've never been there, but I hear it's great and I'm sure we'll make some trips over to the west side of the state to check it out.
9. Seasons! We will get to experience all 4 seasons! I've missed snow. And boots and jeans. And sweaters. I hear that Spokane isn't nearly as rainy as Seattle, which is nice. 
10. We'll only be about 15 minutes away from a major airport! 80 dollars each way from Spokane to Denver! This is tremendous. And we'll live in a place that people might actually want to visit, to boot! Boy, am I using a lot of exclamation points. I can't help it! I'm excited!

Cold medicine makes me slap happy.

1. I love medicine. I know there are a lot of people who don't like taking any sort of medicine when they are feeling bad. My husband is one of those people. He refuses to take Advil or any sort of drug when he is feeling under the weather. He prefers a more natural treatment; namely whining a lot. And while I try to only take drugs when I really need them, I am the first to say that I love 'em. I've been sick off and on since November. I've felt like a nonstop snot factory. It's been super fun. I finally decided I was tired of swallowing 6 gallons of snot everyday and called the doctor. 2 days and 4 prescriptions better, I am almost feeling normal again. When I woke up this morning and didn't have to go through my usual morning ritual of coughing up garbage and blowing my nose for half an hour, I wanted to send the pharmaceutical companies a fruit basket. Combine that with the fact that cold medicine tends to make me jittery and slap happy, and I am feeling soooooo good! 3 cheers for antiobiotics, Mucinex, Afrin, and Claritin. Thanks to the miracle of modern medicine, I'm feeling good enough to run in another half marathon this weekend. It's difficult to describe the mix of dread and excitement that precede running a race.

2.  I have noticed that Abby the Flabby Labby has gotten a bit flabbier these days. It didn't make sense. Nothing has changed in our routine lately, except that Cary is home more often. Mystery solved. See exhibits A, B, and C.

A.

B.

C.

It's alright to be jealous of my Paint skills. It's only natural. Please note the accuracy in the portayal of my and Cary's work uniforms. Also, whenever my boss walks by and sees me slaving over my paint drawings of my dog, he looks a bit confused but continues on his way. This is amusing to me.

3. A week from tomorrow, we will find out what plane Cary will be flying, and where we will be moving too. Most of the time, I'm not really aware of this fact and continue on about my day. But every now and then, it dawns on me that our life is about to drastically change and I have no idea what's coming, and I feel the need to stuff my face with chocolate/hide in the closet while holding my knees to my chest and rocking back and forth/obsessively scrub the bathtub/watch Army wives and cry/do all of these things at the same time. But mostly I'm excited to know what's coming, and I hope that the next week proceeds in a speedy fashion.

4. I really like green smoothies. Everyone should drink one. Right now. My recipe is this: Get a blender. Or a magic bullet, which Cary's parents got me for Christmas, and is super awesome for this. Put some frozen fruit in it. Put some vanilla greek yogurt or some vanilla protein powder in there. Add some orange juice. Stuff it to the top with spinach. Pulverise the ever loving daylights out of that stuff. Bring it in to work and feel gloatingly healthier than everyone else because you are drinking green stuff. I swear on the grave of my beloved childhood pet hampster named Snuggles that you can't taste the spinach in the slightest.

5. I'm making these today:

How can I have s'more if I haven't had any yet?

S'mores Bars

Come to Mama. This is why I run, people. I love s'mores so much I want to marry them.

A day in the life of Abby the Flabby Labby

Sometimes, I get very jealous of my dog. It appears that she lives a life of leisure. Her two biggest worries in life are when we are going on our next run or walk, and if she will ever get that squirrel that lives in the tree in our backyard. But upon closer observation, I have noticed that to Abby, her life is fraught with peril and confusion. Every moment of her life is met with extreme emotions. Going on a walk? Pure elation. Getting her fur brushed? Life is no longer worth living. So, after much consideration, I've decided that I don't actually want to be reincarnated as my dog. The emotional roller coaster of each day would be too exhausting


I'm at work and don't have any pictures of Abby. So, I decided to draw one on Paint. Why yes, it has been a slow day at work, why do you ask?

 A day in the life of Abby

6:30 Time to go on a run! Time to go on a run! Time to go on a run! If we don't leave this very instant I am going to spontaneously combust! Time to go on a run! Stop with the getting dressed and putting shoes on and let's GOOOOO. Maybe if I lick her hands while she ties her shoes, she will finally get out of here. RUN RUN RUN.
6:35 SPRINT. Why are we going so slow? We have places to go and things to sniff!
6:45 RUN RUN RUN We are on a RUN and I'm so FOCUSED. RUN RUN RUN.
6:46 A BUNNY!!!!!!! AHHHHHHH. I love bunnies so much I want to eat them.
6:47 RUN RUN RUN
7:00 This seems like a great time to go number 2. What? Stop staring at me while I'm doin' my bidness.
7:15 Another dog! I NEED TO SEE THE OTHER DOG. Must. Pull. Harder. Gotta put my shoulders into it. Why isn't she coming? Maybe if I wrap the leash around her legs and trip her she will be easier to drag over to see the other dog.
7:30 Enough of this running business. I'm sitting down. Carry me home. I'm doing my best to look as pathetic as possible.
7:45 Ahhh, time to collapse on the floor from post-run elation and slobber all over the floor.
7:50 Hey, where'd she go? I want to come. There's WATER IN THERE. YESSSS. Maybe if I just stick my giant head under the shower curtain and whine like someone is beating me, she will let me come in there. That's not working. Time to sit on this little rug and not move, even if she is trying to dry off. And try to lick any toes that should appear.
8:00 WHAT IS THAT TERRIBLE SOUND??? The blow dryer is out!! I must retreat behind the bed and shake uncontrollably.
8:15 FOOD FOOD FOOD SHE'S FEEDING ME I'M SO EXICTED I'M SO HUNGRY I'M SO... Oh man, this stuff again? No thanks.
8:25 Where are you going?? Don't leave me! I'm pulling my ears back and making the saddest puppy face I can muster! Pleeeeease stay.
8:26. Look at my precious doggy head poking behind the curtains and staring wistfully at you as you drive away. Why isn't this working? Come baaaaack.
8:27-12:30 Zzzzz. I love sleeping on the guest bed.
12:31 What? I was never on the guest bed! I was here on the floor all along! Someone else must have put that fur there.
12:32 FOOD FOOD FOOD What is she making? I want some, oh how I want some. Please drop some. Please drop some. Maybe if I put my head in her lap and look like I haven't eaten in months, she'll drop some. Suck in that belly. Look emaciated. Look so very sad. She dropped something in her lap! That counts! Time to launch my entire 85 lb body into her lap so I can pounce onto that little morsel of sandwich.
12:40 The food is gone. She is no longer interesting to me. Time to sit on the couch some more.
1:30 Don't leeeeeave meeeeeeee.
1:31-4:29 Zzz. Sleeping on the guest bed is awesome. So is getting socks out from the dirty clothes hamper to snuggle with on the bed. I love smelly things.
4:30 You're HOME! Let's go on another walk. See? I am sitting and whining at my leash so perfectly. Walk? Walk? No? Okay, let's play with my ball! Here, I will even put it in your lap. No? Okay, let's try another one.
4:35 You have my whole ball collection in your lap. Why are we not playing???
4:40 I want out I want out I want out I want out I want out
4:41 OUTSIIIIIIIIDE! YAY! I LOVE IT OUTSIDE! SPRINT TO THE FENCE! SPRINT TO THE TREE! RUN IN ECSTATIC CIRCLES!!!!!
4:42 I want insiiiiiide. It's so hot/cold/lonely. Let me iiiiiiiin. Stop neglecting me. This is animal abuse. Let me back in pleeeeease.
4:43 I want out I want out I want out
4:44-7:45 Repeat this cycle
7:45 There is a person on the street outside. Why are they not coming inside??? I need to frantically bark at them and run in circles in front of the front door in order to make them come inside and pet me.
8:00 We are sitting inside and no one is playing with me and we are not going on a walk. Perhaps if I sigh and grunt a lot, they will understand my dissatisfaction with this situation. Or maybe they just want me to come sit on the couch with them. I'll bet they wish I'd get my furry bum nestled right in between them. Bombs away, here I come! Isn't this great guys?? We're all on the couch! I'm so excited, I'm going to lick your ears!
9:45 Where is she going? Why is she closing the door? Don't go to the bathroom without meeeeee. I'm in the hallway allllll alone. I need to lay on the floor and stick my paws under the door so she will realize that she deserted me. That's not working. Time for the old standby: Bark and whine my head off like someone is beating me.
10:00 Bedtime! Tonight they will definitely let me sleep in the bed. All I need to do is start with one paw on the bed, then sneak the second one up, and then go for the legs. It will work.
10:01 Awww, man. Didn't work. Tomorrow night, it'll definitely work.
10:02-3:00 Zzzz
3:01-3:30 Oh, boy! 3 a.m.! Time for my nightly lick my paws-grunt-sniff-and-walk-around-while-click-clacking-my-nails-all-over-the-room-session! And stop by the toilet for a nightcap.
3:31-6:00 Zzzz
6:00 Please wake up. Please wake up. Ooo, a hand! I need to lick it. Please wake up. Please wake up. I see toes at the end of the bed. Need to lick them. Please wake up. Please wake up. Would you like me to sniff your face?