Xanadu

I have been dreaming about the color combo known as "grellow" for awhile now. I finally found the perfect tones (The Fibre Company) and have been swatching like a crazy woman for days and days to get the perfect blend. I have decided that the quintessential combo is stripes with more grey than yellow (I like the spelling "grey" better than "gray") with a ripple effect. If there's no ripple, then it is just grey and yellow stripes; right? With the ripples, there's more to look at and dream about.

A long time ago, we installed twinkly lights underneath our roller skates and right before couple's skate was announced and before the lights turned down, we'd bend over and switch on our skate lights. It was cool. It was especially cool, too, if you happened to be asked to skate with one of the curly-haired twins, one of the guys whose skates had super wide-wide trucks. This meant that they could probably skate very fast in spite of their height. One of them, one night, told me that he loved me while we were on the phone and I promptly hung up on him. Those two were so identical that I can't for the life of me tell you which one he was. We were 13-ish.

All three of us. And now, nearly 35 years later, I can't even remember their names.\

At any rate, we drank some wine at lunch yesterday and then went to get some dog food.

Friends, just like you wouldn't dare go yarn shopping after a sip or three of wine, do not go to the local pet store after wine, either, especially while they have the itty-bitty-dog-adoption going on. Seriously. If you don't follow my advice, then you'll come home with a three-pounder like we did. (And a third dog who is only three months old.)

Her name was Adelle but she needed a new name and a new start. But before I tell you her new name, I'll say that the family who had her before us allowed their young children to paint her toenails red and forcefeed her a marble. A marble that practically killed her.

So, lucky for us, a resuce organization got ahold of her and gave her a life-saving surgery to remove the marble. I have it in my purse for good luck.

Her new name is Miss Fitz.

She has ears that could hear a fly pass wind in Africa. Seriously.

Rocko hasn't made too much of a fuss.

Chuck doesn't care either way, which is just the way we like him.

I often think that because we couldn't have more children that we'd have more pets.

Ha ha. Just kidding. It was the wine.

I will never drink wine and then go to a pet store again. I promise.