Good Friday

Well, my good Friday started with Boo levitating off the bed. A driver had the audacity to honk their horn. I got up let the barking wriggling dog out on the front porch to see no one was around and the sun was barely peeking above the horizon. He promptly went back to bed. I on the other hand was up for the day.

I did the normal morning routine. Watched Joyce Meyer, had toast and juice, and prepared the dogs breakfast. It is really a beautiful day. It was already 61 when I fed the dogs and has gotten steadily warmer. I was able to open the sliding door so the dogs could come and go through the dog door in the screen by mid morning.

When Todd got up all the dogs rejoiced. Happy barks and yips could be heard throughout the house. Dolly let go of a piercing cry, poor Todd's right ear may never be the same. They all act like the second coming has occurred, when I get up they just want their food. They have what we call the begging bark and that is what I hear, come on mom feed us. I am chopped liver as compared to daddy who is prime rib. I will confess that when I came around the corner after daddy got up they did come thank me. They each came up to get a pat on the head, tails a wagging and an occasional bark in thanks. They all give me kudos for their daddy being up. How I get credited with that honor I do not know but you have to take the love where you can.

I am looking forward to Sunday dinner. I am bringing desert but wouldn't tell my mom what. She tried to get it out of me. She even stooped to asking if it was Amy and Hayden friendly. I know it is Amy friendly and am sure part if not all is Hayden friendly. Sometimes you just got to leave them wondering. Yeah I know, if you know me I leave you wondering a lot. :-)

Have a wonderful day. I tell you I wish we could start planting flowers, but this is northeast Michigan so that is not an option, yet. Enjoy your holiday weekend. Love your family and be appreciative of all you have, even when those kids are on the sugar high or even worse the resulting crash. They won't be little for long. Well, yeah sometimes the big "kids" are as bad as the little ones so love them too.

God Bless You!