It's strange when your daughter goes from living in a "girlie" apartment to her "big girl townhome" with fiance` in tow. I still think of her as a 16 year old cheerleader. I suppose my parents feel the same way about me. David and I stayed in her guest room and I found myself waiting for a cat to jump up on me. Fortunately, there was "Meatball" their 22 pound French Bulldog.
I can't imagine going anywhere unless there's a cat or dog in the house. I need something furry to kiss and David doesn't count.
As usual, we had some minor chaos with the rescue while I was away, but our volunteers were AWESOME and handled things beautifully. Why do I even waste the time worrying? David usually complains about the roaming charges on my cell phone while we're out of town , so I decided to text our volunteers with questions, etc. I must've sent 100+ texts over the course of the 4 days only to find out that there are "roaming text charges" of $1.75 EACH. (Sorry, David....love you!)
It's been Maternity City for us. All of our little pregnant Moms seem to have given birth all at the same time. The photo ops are priceless:
I think I'm caught up with my rescue work for a few moments. The photographer is coming to take pictures of my house and a "For Sale" sign is going up in the yard in about 30 minutes. I feel like I need to be sad about selling this house, but I never bonded with it. I can hardly wait to move on to the next step in life's adventure. (Too corny? Maybe.)