Mind reading, shopping for the other team, cleaning up the ickies.

Thank you all for your sweet comments on my last post concerning my Mom's bday and meeting my blog friend Jenn. It was a lovely adventure.
ONE of my pet peeves is people asking me questions in comments but NOT having their email addresses connected to their profiles.
For all of you; I've sent you messages via my mind. Are you proficient with braille?

My other pet peeve is people telling others about their pet peeves.
Are we even yet?

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It's been a week. I'll not complain because I really have NOTHING to complain about. Being busy is a good thing.
I was on my hands and knees scrubbing within four minutes of my arrival from the airport; someone had pee'd. I'm guessing it was Ozzie by the wide splash zone.

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The Coach and I went shopping for work clothes for him on Wednesday night. This is a regular occurrence; with regular being anything between 16-18 months. We find a pair of pants that fit him and we purchase every color in his size we can find. Makes life easy that way. This time we found 8 pairs of pants, a few underoo's, a belt, a shirt and a few undershirts.
It seems easier to be a man when it comes to shopping. How he can be happy with wearing the same style of pants, shirts and shoes daily does not work with my brain as a woman. I suppose his work clothes are more of a 'uniform' whereas mine are work clothes? I suppose men are just easier. I can take back that last statement at any time in the future though. I'm fickle.

A few things I noticed in the underoo section that caused me to gasp.
spanx. FOR MEN.

  

I also noticed thongs. FOR MEN. I'm guessing these are solely purchased by Mario Lopez and one other weirdo.

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Since I started writing this post last night, we had a bit a trauma in our house. Cocoa proceeded to vomit on our family room carpet. And it was a good one if you rate vomit by density. Ewww.
As I was cleaning that {mind you, the rest of the family vacated!} she ditto'ed herself on my kitchen rug.

Thursday morning rain required 'thunder shirts' for my sissies. 

Our flooring is 99% stone and wood. So that makes our house 1% carpet. I'm starting to think that Cocoa is part cat. {Cats always puke on carpet!}
She wasn't looking so swell when we went to bed and I was eyeing my pretty rug in the living room and foyer. I rolled them both up and went to sleep. I awoke at 4:30 and could smell it.
She had struck again. I'll save you the details because I've already overshared, but I cleaned for 45 minutes and I'm still gonna need to call in professionals. {marble is porous!} We delayed her breakfast for a few hours and when she ate she seemed fine. We have no idea what upset her tummy so much, but I'm hoping whatever it was, is gone. Actually, I can see it right there in my grout line.
Oye.

Happy Friday everyone!
Any plans for the weekend besides making sure your email is connected with your blogger profile?
Thanks for that.

XOXO