I'm getting the hang of this Spring Break thing. I used to hole up in my office and feel guilty about not working but now we're going to New York, visiting the beach, going to movies, whale watching. It's so much fun!
Last I spent the best part of the evening crouching on the kitchen floor with Briar, who's 15, surrounded by bottles of olive oil and peanut butter and a vat of warm soapy water, trying to get the great globs of tar out of her paws from our visit to the beach today. The poor thing had been trying to chew the stuff out and her bed was covered in little clumps of paw-hair. She was terribly patient, the dear girl, and sat quietly staring at me as I slathered peanut butter (of course we only had the crunchy kind which didn't really help matters) all over her foot and laboriously rinsed and re-applied. J documented the whole thing with his camera (of course he did).
J leaves again for Chicago today. An unexpected trip. He was supposed to be home this week. We've alienated all our friends by making and breaking dinner plans constantly. I am secretly miserable that he's leaving; he's just so nice to come home to after an excruciating evening watching "Drillbit Taylor" with two thirteen year old girls.
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