Thursday morning I awoke to find my Husband unexpectedly working from his home office on my day off, which put a serious cramp in my usual morning plans. Not that he is policing me or anything, but there's only so many times you can get caught watching a Law & Order marathon in your PJs exclaiming defensively "TODAY IS MY SATURDAY!!" without looking like a Total Loser.
So I was puttering around in my Going-to-the-Gym-Outfit when luck would have it he closed his office door for some conference calls and I sat down at my laptop to see if anything more enticing than the Treadmill came my way. I might have accidentally wet my hands and mussed up my hair a little but it's totally not my fault that when he emerged an hour later I was still sitting there, in what he might now misconstrue to be my Just-Came-from-the-Gym-Outfit.
"LOOK!" I pointed excitedly at the screen; "I just got this email from DFS and they want me to foster a litter of six!!" Of course he ran over expecting to find a picture of coonhound puppies and when he instead found these babies inquired "DFS?" You know, the Department of Furniture Services!! "Oh, RIGHT... that one in the middle looks like it has some Special Needs." Then he patted me on the shoulder, shaking his head as he went back to his office.
Later that day I headed down to Plymouth to pick up my charges and found them to be exceptionally less malnourished than I thought. So instead of maybe gluing or repainting them and finding them new homes by selling them at Salvage Chic, I decided to adopt them myself. SIGH; that happens more than you think. But don't they look great in my dining room? Now if only I could get Apple to make a Chippy-Country-Primitive laptop, the room would be complete!!