Rabble rabble rabble

The other day when Michael came home from work the first thing he said to me was, "You were brushing Spinner today?" The cubic foot of hair by the porch was a dead giveaway. I brush and brush and brush but I swear he generates more hair as fast as you take the old off. That's why he lays around all day, all his energy goes into hair production. I love walking down the stairs behind him because his coat bounces with each step he takes. He amuses me.

The last 2 nights we've had severe thunderstorms roll through after 2am. Sunday night was the worst. The thunder wasn't what woke me up, it was Spinner climbing into bed beside me. I indulged his anxiety attack until I remembered that my computer was still plugged in. I got up to take care of that and when I returned poor Blayze was having a complete meltdown. We opened the door to the bathroom and turned on the exhaust fan to help drown out the noise of the thunder. Here in the plains of the midwest there are no hills for the sound of the thunder to bounce off of and dissipate. It rumbles loud and true for miles and miles and miles. Blayze must have appreciated the bathroom fan white noise because she slept in there on the rug. She definately can be neurotic. Poor Blayze.
The lasagna last night was to die for. I also made a salad using fresh cherry tomatoes from the garden and local cucumbers and green peppers. I opened a can of olives and used feta cheese from the grocery store. The cheese was a big disappointment. Michael and I both share the opinion that the best Feta cheese is that big brick you find at Sam's club. It has the right saltiness and tartness you find in real Greek Feta. The shame is we never consume the entire brick before it goes bad. Maybe I should make Spanikopeta every once in a while...

My car now humms down the road rather than screaming! Michael replaced the wheel bearing and upper ball joint on the front passenger side and then replaced my brake pads and rotors on both front tires. Then, while he was at it, he tightened up the heat shield (somewhere along my exhaust system, I wasn't paying attention) to get rid of that occasional high RPM rattle. I knew I did well when I found him!

An enormous flock of Grackels passed through our neighborhood the other day.
I was sooo tempted to let Patch loose, it would have been hilarious, but that darned "What would happen if" sketch on Sesame Street kept running through my head.

Killjoy...