honey bea or killer bea?

so here's the disclaimer for today ... i work at home.

some days i don't shower until i get ready for bed.

sometimes i stay in my pajamas all day. some days it's a wet swimsuit.

i happened to be on a business call when i potty trained wyatt. he did the "big job" for the first time when i was on the phone with frank from texas.

you try balancing a phone on your shoulder, a toddler holding his ankles, a wad of toilet paper, and a chocolate kiss (as in GO POOP IN THE TOILET AND I'LL GIVE YOU A PIECE OF CHOCOLATE) all while carrying on a "professional" conversation. mercifully i did remember to mute out before telling wyatt WHAT A GOOD BOY HE IS POOPING IN THE TOILET LIKE A BIG BOY. frank has no idea how close he came to getting an ear-full of that.

because i work from home, i make time for all sorts of vital activities during my day. like training my dog to go out and fetch the newspaper for me.

when you live in colorado and get 80 inches of snow in one season and you have a near vertical driveway a newspaper-retrieving dog comes in handy.

here in texas its more about sparing my neighbors the sight of me jogging bra-less to the curb in my pajamas.

now, aunt bea has always taken her newspaper retrieval job very seriously. after all, newspaper = treat.

a couple of nights ago she woke me up at 4am. i, naturally, assumed she needed to take care of some business so i let her out in the front yard rather than ignore her and chance a big steaming pile on our brand new carpeting. she returned with the newspaper.

next night. same thing. the 4am paw to the face. outside. returned with the paper.

last night i realized she didn't have to GO, she was hearing the newspaper being delivered at 4am and figured she'd be all super efficient and get her job over with early so she could sleep late.

good thing i've got time for a nap today.