I may or may not have the house all decorated for fall as if fall is the new Christmas.
Come on, who doesn't have an autumn themed dining room table?
That's not weird at all.
Okay, so the kitchen might be pushing it.
Still, they aren't Christmas lights if they're orange, purple, and white.
Fine. Pandora on the fireplace downstairs.
So, several rooms are festive!
The first step is admitting you have a problem.
Which I do not have.
Shut it.
In non-fall-decorating news, Mav-the-dog's surgery happened a little over a month ago. It kept being postponed due to a variety of other issues that she had - her hips are just a mess with her arthritis now and there were issues with her pain medication and then her allergies flared up...
We finally were able to do it, and by that point, I was so ready for it to be done. The waiting was just awful. I think she handled the whole thing better than I did, although the vet did call 6 hours early to ask if I could come and pick her up right now. "She doesn't want to be here anymore," he said. Usually he likes to keep his surgical patients for the rest of the day so that he can monitor them, but in our case, he was more than happy to send her home. I could hear her from the sidewalk outside of the Subway next door.
I hadn't even had time to run to the store to get her a couple of her favorite toys before I was back picking her up. She likes to do this thing to a certain kind of toy, pardon how gross and abnormal this is, but she likes to nurse them or whatever you want to call it. They make her so happy. She gets them, puts them in her mouth, brings them to your lap, and then she proceeds to knead her feet like crazy while sucking on the toy. Like she's a puppy nursing. A stuffed animal. I remember back in the day, my grandma would coo at her, "Oh, Mav, you should be ashamed! Ashamed! You are too old to do that!" over and over. Mav couldn't care less then and doesn't give a crap now either. She just stretches out next to me or the hubby and just sort of collapses into a fit of restful, restful joy. Which is exactly what one would need after surgery.
She looks terrifying but seriously, she is relaxed and thrilled.
The hubby on one side of her, me on the other.
Nursing a toy as I can almost hear Gram's "For shame!"
This is Mav's nirvana.
The hubby stopped on his way home from work and got her toys. He was actually home quite a bit during her first week post-op. He had several days off due to all the overtime he'd been working, so that ended up being perfect. We were both able to keep an eye on her, and it was just very comforting for me to know he was with us. We may not have been out on dates, but we did manage to spend a lot of time together. We discovered a new tv show we loved (Raising Hope). We finally saw Machete. We ate meals I had prepared earlier and frozen back when I knew I would be focusing all my energy on Mav. It was actually really nice.
Mav's recovery so far has been uneventful. My favorite kind of recovery! Her hair is even growing back in now. The whole back half of her was shaved, and her one incision took up half of the length of her back. Her other incision, the back of one leg. In the pic below, you can kind of see the difference in her coat and if you squint, you can see her scar.
I'm at the point where I can exhale and
just see my sweet, good girl.
And my awesome Better Homes and Gardens quilt.
Have I mentioned it's fall and I'm happy about that?
I am also making caramel corn as I type this. It's in the oven. I have to take it and stir every 15 minutes for the next hour. So easy and so tasty. For once, my husband had several requests when I asked him what he wanted to eat. Usually, when I'm getting ready to go to the store and/or meal plan, I get either A) "I don't know of anything specific that I want!" or B) "I would like some grapes."
Cue Happy Wife banging her head against the kitchen counters. Every week, for five years of wedded bliss. It does not help that this is a man who won't eat soup and who doesn't like tv dinners. Not one brand, not one single solitary kind of tv dinner.
*Rubs temples, usually contemplates only feeding him sandwiches from now on until we're both dead*
This week, my husband was all "Taco Salads!" Pause. "Caramel corn!" Pause. "Those little hot dogs you make with the chipotle ketchup!"
I about passed out. Then, after one more pause, he said, "Maybe some grapes!" Ah. There's the man I know and love.
Speaking of love (*raises hand for high five on that stunning segue, waits a few long seconds, then continues with hand up*), Sam's Club is now selling massive variety packs of different kinds of cocoa AND different kinds of cider.
I did indeed come home with both giant variety packs and had to defend my purchase. I told the husband that I do in fact plan to drink a thousand cups of hot beverages before they expire. So there.
I was not amused by his "We'll see, Honey" grin. Because that's the girl he knows and loves.
I may be nuts but at least I'll be hydrated?
All I know is I'm glad it's Friday, practically October, and the hubby will be home soon. Then there will be, let's see...
*Counts on fingers with each following word*
Baseball.
Baseball.
Soccer.
Baseball.
I do need to clean the basement.
And I do have some Halloween costumes for the cats to try on...
