Sleepy Girl

Well, although it was a holiday, Mikl worked yesterday and I stayed at home. We have the place to ourselves for the week - Renee and Scott have gone to Thredbo in southern NSW for a holiday. Unfortunately, we have George (the Jack Russell x with separation anxiety) to look after. As soon as they left he did four huge shits in the hallway. What a good boy! I cracked and threw him outside and went shopping - direct factory outlets - where I found a pair of three quarter leg pants. When I got back George was harassing the neighbours yelping and crying, as he probably had been the whole time.

I cooked dinner, Mikl came home and said he wasn't hungry. It was good, I got to eat more. I got to eat so much more that I got reflux and couldn't sleep. The good thing about this was that there were Buffy reruns on and so I watched two whole episodes from 2 until 4am. My reflux medication had kicked in and so I went to bed, but George woke up (sleeping just outside our door) and I had to take him out as although the back door is open he gets confused and pees everywhere. On the way back in to bed I walked into the fan and stacked it big time, waking Mikl up and making George yelp. I'd just crawled into bed at 4.30 when there were these awful awful bangs that sounded like gunshots, I realised they were firecrackers - some idiot is letting them off outside. Its a sleepy street in a sleepy suburb, so I am surprised. I thought maybe they were doing in at night as its such a fire danger during the heat of the day. Anyway - I go to sleep again, and then the garbage men come. I go to sleep again, and George starts yelping. I work out that its about 8am, and although we were supposed to go climbing today, Mikl has gone to work and left George outside. Apparently, he was yelping inside too..