a head of my own

The weekend at Nancy went very well. Saturday night her son, Cliff, joined us for dinner. He's funny and nice, and we had only seen him once before many years ago, so it was nice to see him again. Nancy is doing well and has two more weeks before she starts working again (she'll teach two classes.) She made tacos for dinner, and gorgeous frozen margaritas, always a welcome addition if you ask me. ;) The kids were good pretty much the whole time, and both Nancy and Cliff were very impressed of how well mannered they are. Ray and I were very pleased and proud of them. Unfortunately, our friend Joe, who was supposed to check on the dogs while we were away, couldn't get in the house (key issues,) which meant that the girls were locked inside, with neither food nor water (they had water, but Mina always dumps it out and Diablo doesn't drink if we're not there -- she must have a pause mechanism someplace that gets engaged whenever we leave!!), and above all without medication for around 24 hours!!! Incredibly, they held whatever they had to do (Mina pooped like 7 or 8 times once we finally let her out!!) and didn't make any mess... well, if you don't consider the mess Mina makes every time we leave now because of her separation anxiety. Poor dear, I wish I could make her feel better. Anyway, we let them out, fed them, gave them their meds, and they were fine, althoug Mina drank so much, she threw up twice (I'm sure her nerves were wound like a spring by then, and that's what caused her to feel sick.) All back to normal now. Kids in daycare, Ray and I at work, dogs at home. Same old routine. How amazingly boring and welcome a routine can sometimes feel.