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I'm waiting for "House" to come on and figured I'd update my blog.
Fathead got his Valentine's gift from me. I sent some Lofthouse sugar cookies and a box of chocolates. Out of fun, I opened the chocolates and ate two. I then closed it and put it into the box. :) Good times. He shared the cookies with everyone, but put the chocolates in his fridge. I also sent a stuffed dog from Pup Pup Magee.
Speaking of Pup Pup Magee, his training went well. The trainer said he is a quick learner and that he is very well-behaved. Since Friday, I have taught him to "high five", "kiss", and many other mudane things. What I want more than anything, is to be able to walk him without him getting all worked up over seeing other people and dogs. Nothing is more frustrating than PPM trying to be friends with everyone when you just want to go for a walk. And, since he is so big now, I don't like to take him since he is too hard to hold back now. I refuse to go with a choke chain or prong collar. I feel they are inhumane and teach the dog nothing but fear. So, until he learns to obey, no walkies.
The activity is coming along. Instead of Italy my committee suggested Mexico. I think it is the best choice. We are going to do a pinata for the 10 minute presentation. Should take about 10 minutes to break it and get the kids to clean up the candy. YAY!
The other day I was reminded of how much I miss Fathead. I saw a Uhaul drive by and thought of when we moved last January. We did the move on our own. Nothing like picking up a two-recliner sofa with just you and your husband. However, the heaviest item was the bureau. That thing was a huge pain in the bum to move. That night, after we unloaded the Uhaul, I went to take a shower and the water was cold. I think I cried for 30 minutes. I was upset because I knew we were moving into a house we shouldn't be moving into. But, we had been tricked into signing the lease by the rental agency (starts with a "K" and ends with a "je"). So, after two months of hell in that house, we moved again and went with a different rental agency. Fathead was so patient with me and the stress the moves kept putting us under. I love him soooo much for that. He is a wonderful husband and I'm a better person for marrying him.
I miss you Fathead. :(