So after a long day of dog shopping (more on that later) I realized I needed laundry detergent (because when do I not?) so I headed up to the Tar-jay (does referring to Target as "the tar-jay" annoy you as much as when people call bfast for dinner "brennner" annoys me?)...amazingly enough I managed to get up to the tar-jay without any kids. It was a miracle. And I intended to make full and complete use of my alone time. After all, it is mother's day weekend and after all, I'm as narcissistic as any other blogger and will make any excuse to make it all about me... So, I got me a have it your way frapp from sbux with extra coffee and extra caramel and started to stroll about the clothes. And I found a a 50's style Stepford wife sleeveless cream & orange shift dress on clearance in my size (well, relatively my size, I usually take 3 sizes into the dressing room and depending on what store/brand/day of the week it is one will fit me). So, I took the dress into the dressing room and had the zipper (it was a side zipper) half way up and it stuck. It just stopped half way up. It wouldn't go up or down. I tried in vain to tug it up and nothing. I tried in vain to pull it down. Nothing. I tried to pull the dress up over my head, and it wouldn't go. I tried to wiggle it down over my hips but no such luck. I was trapped in this dress. I poked my head out of the dressing room and no sales associate. There was one other customer behind a closed door. I tapped my foot impatiently until I saw the woman leave her dressing room. I accosted her. The woman, tall and blond, 40-ish, with a vague Eropean accent tried with all her might to pull the zipper down and she couldn't make it budge. She did however track down a sales girl. Finally, after 20 min trapped in this dress, a 16 year old sprite of a girl, quite literally cut me, with scissors, out of the dress. Talk about awkward - standing in my skivvies in the target dressing room with a strange girl. Such is my life...
I'm watching A Lion in Winter on TCM right now (w/ Katherine Hepburn and Peter O'Toole)...and I forget how fantastic this film is... all the sharp barbs and smart lines. It brings back memories, of high school, when our school performed the play. I was never much of an actress but I was one heck of a stage manager. Well, the hubs, thinks I'm crazy watching movies made before my birth.
Okay, the dog... Well, I've never been a dog person. Not out of fear or dislike. Just because I've never really owned a dog. We had farm dogs when I was small but they were farm dogs not house pets. But the hubs adores a dog. And for over a week now he has been on a dog kick. So, we bit the bullet and adopted a dog. We went the local humane shelter. They had over 100 dogs and it was a bit overwhelming. Luckily, we had my mom with us, who knows a thing or two about dogs and the kids s we could see how the kids and dogs interacted. We adopted a beautiful 2 1/2 year old female Siberian Husky named Kona.
We made a trip to Petsmart, were Kona was better behaved than the kids. She also did well in the car. She's been part of the fam for about 6 hours now. She seems to adjusted quite well to the house and the family. She likes the cool tile in the kitchen and playing fetch in the back yard. She has been playful but not hyper. Sweet and a little reserved but not scared. I have even gotten over my uncomfortableness and let her lick me, lay on me and brush her.
Below is are a few pics from the hubs iphone.
And happy Mother's Day to all the mama's out there!