Oddly, after a huge day at Universal, I ended up in bed and fast asleep incredibly early for me. And, that translated to me being up early on Saturday. I spent the morning puttering in the garden pulling weeds and revamping my plans. I did a TON of laundry. Mike got a call from his old manager at Chili”s asking if we wanted a giant mixer – she thought I could use it for soap. Mike said yes. I’m now the proud owner of a THIRTY QUART mixer. The whisk beater is the size of a basketball. My head is still twirling with possibilities! Lynda is awesome for thinking of us before just consigning the mixer to the dump. But, sheesh, it’s HUGE. I’ll keep you posted.
While Mike was at Chili’s, they fixed him and Tim fajita’s-to-go. Ummmm . . . except they sent home enough food for about 20 people. We shared. We had a brief meeting of the “driveway girls” while the kids played. Scout always joins us (she’s a girl and all). For the most part, Scout sticks by my side no matter what is going on. The only exception would be a cat within a five-house square. She’ll tear off (cone and all) after the cat . . . she would be lost if she actually caught a cat, but she was back within about 2 minutes.
:::sigh::: not fast enough. Scout opted to tear through our mean neighbor’s yard. I fully expected a visit from the police (I could see her blinds move as Scout escaped me in pursuit of the cat). Heh. No such luck. Though I was sitting with four other people and a lot of kids running all over (my older kids were playing basketball out front, the middle aged kids were playing tag and the youngest were messing with sidewalk chalk), mean-neighbor stepped outside her front door and directed her venom at ME. (Just to set the stage . . . she is a very attractive late-50ish woman with a clipped NE accent and a deep voice.) “AMYYYYYYY, Do you think you could keep your effing dog in your own effing yard? AMYYYYYY????? Really, just try it. AMYYYYYY. ” I waved, apologized and went back to my conversation, though I was totally shaking and scared. What else does a person do?
In thirteen years, I can count on my fingers the number of times Scout has traipsed/raced through a neighbor’s yard. I always go check for damage and have been willing to offer to repair damage if there is any . . . all I can remember is buying our “old” neighbors a new pair of flip flops when Scout was a puppy.
Anyway, it was kind of an ugly end to an otherwise nice day.