Oh me, oh my, I can hardly breathe. Hello and welcome to the South. We have humidity here. Lots and lots (and lots) of humidity. It smacks you as soon as you walk out the door and feels like a warm, wet baby-wipe clinging to your entire body. Including your face, which is where the inability to breathe thing comes in. Plus I have asthma, which makes me even MORE unable to breathe.
Somehow, someway, the humidity has crept into my office building, and I feel like I’m going to suffocate.
It feels like a Monday to me although it’s Tuesday. Why? Because I telecommuted yesterday. I had a doctor’s appointment, so I just worked at home, went to the appointment, came back and worked from home some more. It was actually really nice. I was able to have my (wonderfully warm) laptop actually, physically on my lap while I had daytime tv in the background and Murphy to my right. The only Murphy annoyance: he kept trying to join the computer and climb into my lap. He was very sleepy, you see, so he wanted to cuddle more than normal. And normally he likes to cuddle A LOT. Allan ‘blames me’ for turning him into a wuss dog, when in reality, I think it’s just in his genes. He came out of his mama looking to cuddle and that’s how he’s stayed. My big, pit bull/bull mastiff/Rottweiler mix is nothing but a cuddle bunny. But, sshhh, don’t tell any potential burglars about his preference for kisses and snuggles. That would make him seem less tough.
On Sunday, Easter, we went to Allan’s grandparents’ house outside of Winston-Salem. They have about 18 acres and a neighbor dog (who I desperately want to steal – he’s not adequately taken care of – but Allan won’t let me put him in the car and drive him to Raleigh) who Murphy runs and runs and runs with. So, after spending five hours in 85 degree temperatures running all over a hilly pasture, my dog was wiped the eff out. Which is why he was only mildly annoying on Monday.
But I digress. It was Easter on Sunday and – dude, this is way nerdy – I was SO excited about my Easter treat for Allan, I could barely sleep. So when he got up at 6:45 with the dog, we stayed up and did our Easter thing. I hid Allan’s basket and he had to search for clues around the house (attached to Reese’s eggs!) that led him to his basket in the guest bathtub. And, as a surprise for me, Allan hid eggs all over the downstairs of our house and I had to find them… and they were loaded with candy! It was actually quite a bit of fun, especially because I would have been happy if he simply remembered to get me a basket. After the eggs and treats were found, it was still only 7:30am. So, yes, we went back to bed.
Ok, so, I’m almost embarrassed to admit this, but…
I cannot wait for the royal wedding on Friday. I’m so excited about it, I’ve toyed with the idea of taking a vacation day and plopping myself in front of the tv to watch the whole thing live. Instead, I’m going to overload my DVR with all of the wedding goodness. Quite frankly, I just can’t get enough of it. I read internet articles, magazine articles, newspaper articles… from both here and the UK. I record every special televised. Wondering what was in my Easter basket? A Life commemorative magazine on – you guessed it – the royal wedding. I’m borderline obsessed, for which I blame my mother, who is also obsessed. I remember being a wee little Allie, heading into the first grade, and getting up at 5am with my mother to watch Fergie and Andrew’s wedding. Her enthusiasm was contageous, and see, it’s clearly her fault.