Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Wordless Wednesday

Monday, December 21, 2009

More Bellyisms

Saturday night, the Belly got sick. Very sick. He spent hours throwing up, and trying to sleep.
At around midnight, he woke up, puked, then told me he'd almost been hit in the eye with a baseball.
After clean up, he explained a little more. He was dreaming that he was at bat, and the ball was coming right for his eye. Then he lowered his head, and it bounced off his hat instead.
"Oh, so you were a baseball player? That sounds exciting!"
He smiled, as he was drifting off already, and he said, "Yeah, I was a CUBS player."



This morning I found one of my Converse gym shoes in the dog's crate. So on my search for the *other* shoe, I decided to look under the dog's bed. Here's what I found:

The remains of a pillow (synthetic, thank goodness)
2 pair of my underwear (wtf?!)
an empty Chef Boyardee ravioli can
2, count 'em, TWO packages of hot dog buns

Hubs thinks Ilio may be a hoarder. If he was a person, he'd probably have newspapers and old magazines piled up to the ceiling.