I'm done.
Oh no, I'm not ready to leave on vacation.
But I'm done.
I just am so out of energy for getting ready that I don't CARE any more if I get there without a can opener. I'll have a bear chew it open for me or something.
Besides that, I dropped Belle off at the dog boarding place and I'm all wobbly inside because of the way she looked at me when the lady took her away into the bowels of the [really nice] facility. Ack! I'm a heartless wretch!
I told the three ladies that work there [it is also a grooming place], that they are all doomed. In no time flat, they will be head over heals in love with her.
She will only have to stay there for a few days until the weekend when one of our other foster homes can take her in. She has four other dogs and needs to be there all day while they see how she does with such a pack of other Shelties. If Belle really wants to stay out of the boarding home, she will have to be a good girl, and play nice.
I have been on errands, to the bank where I took out so much money that two people had to oversee the transaction. I been savin' that up for one looonnnng time. Got the car gassed up, run through the car wash, returned a movie to the rental place and made a Wal-Mart run for a plastic dish pan and little cranberry juices and some small Fiji water bottles for the car.
Like I say, I'm done.
But I'm not done.
Haven't packed a stitch of clothes, and I really need to run the sweeper and dust before leaving. I am NOT going to come home to a dirty house. Well, I should say I'm not coming home to a house where you can still see the big chunks of dirt.
Sunny is waiting for Uncle D. to come and get her. Fiona stays here and my neighbor down the street is going to come take care of her.
Hey, it just dawned on me. It takes three people to handle my job.
No wonder I'm done.
(In case you were wondering, she decided at the last minute to take Red and I along. It would have been nice to have had more notice, I might have gotten a few syllables together. Red on the other hand is too bird brained to be miffed. She's deliriously happy to be getting out. I saw her making drawings of the most efficient way to arrange the 'furniture' in the tent. She snagged the assembly instructions when Hub Man wasn't looking. Just wait till he tries to put that new tent up without them. This may be shaping up to be a real fun time. Though I must say I'm not looking forward to riding in the car that much. I look like this )( when I have a seat belt on.)
((Don't you tell one single solitary soul, but I am going to miss that short little fuzz ball dog too.))