No weekly long run today and I totally blame it on 7 little four-legged ones. The additional 7 to our already K-Bere four-legged crew of 3 makes quite the fuss and doesn't seem to understand when it's bedtime. They definitely milk the cute card.
These seven little four-legged cuties are killing the romance in my life, seriously.
Already having three four-legged friends that sleep in our bed at night is one thing and the fact that we talk to them like they're actually two-legged friends is other but we have seemed to get around it just fine via letting them roam around in the club by themselves or keeping them in their bad doggie room. But seven puppies that don't even so much as leave the blanket on our bedroom floor... oh gosh.
The puppies are cute, minus the fact that they poop and pee on themselves and poor Pyen Chi has to clean it all up with the lick of her tongue, but my husband is gorgeous.
G-O-R-G-E-O-U-S... gorgeous.
And when you put an already gorgeous man in a baseball uniform that's lined with a mysterious magic that leaves your eyes glued to him and head wondering how the heck you managed to score a husband that's all that plus a 10 on the gorgeous scale, the last thing you want in your bedroom are 10 extra pairs of eyes. They watch you, they distract you, they interrupt you, and they down right freak you out because now you just feel like you're corrupting them if you're doing anything more than innocent spooning.
One of my sister-in-laws got pregnant twice and she lives with her mother-in-law, that just grosses me out. I don't live with my mother-in-law, knock on wood about a trillion zillion times so that doesn't happen, but to have all these unescapable puppy eyes on us, regardless of their level of understanding, grosses us both out too.
So no morning run today and nothing more than spooning... hahaha.
One of the perks of being married to a man who doesn't quite speak your language is teaching him some of the silly sayings, idioms and metaphors in your language. Tonight Snickers played baseball and I amused myself by educating him on some baseball metaphors during the game. And while doing so, while teaching what it meant to "get to first base", "get to second base", and so forth, he interrupted me and thought it funny to say "I'm going for two homeruns". I corrected him though, gave him a bit of a reality check, and told him, "with 7 puppies in the room, sweetie we're both going to strikeout so don't even bother." It was both overly funny but sad at the same time.
And on that note, perhaps this entry was TMI... hahaha.
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