let sleeping puppies lie...

that's my motto today... especially after the flurry of activity around this place. no...not more decorating (tho' i know mom's gearing up for it...sigh). just a bunch of workers in and out and out and in and it's enough to annoy a little girl...especially because that crazy max seems to think he needs to bark at every tom, dick and franko who walks through the door! for hours i had to put up with this nonsense. what do i care that the bathroom needs repair? or that the generator needs a propane tank located 10 feet from the actual generator which means it's gonna be sticking out where anyone can see it?? how is it any concern of mine that the downstairs heater needs to have the filters removed and then some other sort of filter-thingy cleaned at a cost of $386.90???

on top of all that, one of the boys spent a bunch of time outside, then came in and started eating something i thought looked delicious...but would he give any of it to me? no. (this is why i'm gonna bite his freakin' toes someday...) since he wouldn't give me any food, i decided not to give him any attention...so then he grabbed bobo and spent the next two hours watching star trek...(i noticed bobo didn't get any food, either). they make a cozy pair, don't ya think? yeah...just precious.

finally all the strangers left our house and mom sat down for a few minutes...giving the rest of us a much needed break from yipping and yapping and fretting over someone's cheese sandwich (who shall remain nameless but who's pictured above snuggling with the bobo on the newly slipcovered couch...).
needless-to-say, max is exhausted. can't say i blame him. honestly, it's really not very easy being max these days... his hearing is all but gone, which means he has to bark even when he doesn't quite know what he's barking at...a problem for me, as you might imagine, since i'm not very patient when he goes into his long and oh-so-very-loud barking fits.

fortunately (for i don't know who), bobo finally escaped the clutches of the evil-sandwich-hogging boy and planted himself under the desk so he could nap in the office with the rest of us...and now--yawn--i think we can all take it easy. for a minute or two, at least...

"Oh look, yet another Christmas TV special! How touching to have the meaning of Christmas brought to us by cola, fast food, and beer...Who'd have ever guessed that product consumption, popular entertainment, and spirituality would mix so harmoniously?"~ Bill Waterson