You know you love your dog

When she goes out and rolls in poop

And you don't let her sit in it for a few hours.

No, you take her to the sink

Gently give her a bath - all while she acts like you are violating her.

Then finish with a butt hair trim and eye booger dig out.

Yes, you love them.

And most times they love you right back.

Except she's pissed off at me right now.

A Southern Staple, something for the taste buds and not the thighs.

I didn't like Pimento Cheese before because every time I ordered it,

It simply looked like orange baby food.

Then I had REAL pimento cheese.

Made with perfect by a dear friend.

And I slathered it on celery sticks,

Went all out and put it on Ritz crackers.

Even made a grilled pimento cheese sandwich.

I may be from the North, but I can't pass on all this goodness.

Especially when I get out and run my six miles to counter act the calories!

Personal Space-A myth?

My sons do not believe in personal space.  

Part of the reason that they are in school.

They come in immediately from school and are on both sides of me on the couch.

One twirling my hair, the other showing me something strange in his notebook.

I cannot even go to the bathroom a alone.

I'm sitting and pondering the universe

Knock Knock

"Sweetie I'm going to the bathroom."

"But I have to tell you something."

"Can it wait until I am finished in the bathroom."

"No, I have to tell you right now," door opens.

"Really?"  I put down my People magazine.

"Where is my phone?"

Here though, it is cute, he's in my lap, leaning against me.

His hair smells like the ocean.

He's on his computer showing me another game that makes me nauseous,

But I sit and hold him, kissing his cheek as he achieves another level.

Because in this perfect moment

I can.

Is your lap still open?