Teens
Wednesday, May 28, 2008, by Sherra
I am often asked what our dating *rules* are at the Humphreys house.
People seem to be fascinated that we have three teenagers at home while they usually only have one or maybe two. Almost seems like they are gloating that their family planning was better executed than ours.
Or maybe I’m just defensive about our lack of planning. Go figure. Yes, I’m tired. Is it showing?
PhilBillPaul and I have a list that we’ve discussed at length made up as we’ve gone along this journey of parenthood.
Rule number one
No dating until they are 16.
It kept things simple and uncomplicated and we announced this rule early. I think we may have started chanting it when they started kindergarten.
The definition of dating for us is getting in a car and going somewhere without adult chaperones. We like to be crystal clear with our definitions because it seems that their full-time job is twisting our words, looking for loopholes and the Never Enough Syndrome.
We have strong, personal feelings that no adolescent needs to have a boyfriend or girlfriend any earlier. We’re still not convinced they need one at 16 but we’re trying to remember the joys of youth and a still-developing brain.
We did have a few *special* visitors at the house before they were 16. We even took them to a movie with us and that means we ALL went to the same movie and sat in the same row and everything.
It’s a real bonding time - double dating with your parents - they love it!
Okay, maybe not so much but I will say it gives you an idea of how interested the dating candidate is if they’ll go to a movie with you and your mom and dad.
(I can also spot a brown noser a mile away so that doesn’t work for me!)
Rule number two
The individual who would like to go on an actual date with a Humphreys teen must come to the house to meet the family and participate in what I like to refer to as “The Interrogation Dinner.”
Roger Leroy has given the dinner a more friendly name. She calls it “The Stupid Home Date” and places special emphasis on the word stupid.
The Interrogation Dinner involves sitting down to dinner with all of us. I make no secret that we will be conducting an interrogation and I tell the potential date just that.
These are just a few things we look for as we start the interrogation:
1) Do they make eye contact with us? That’s huge for me.
2) Do they speak clearly or mumble?
3) Do they answer our questions or try to dodge them?
We ask them to share things like:
1) Tell us about your family
2) Tell us about school…how are your grades, what classes you’re taking, etc.
3) Tell us about your job…you do have a job, don’t you?
We end with:
1) We’d like your cell phone number and who is your service provider?*
2) Spell your last name and what will we find if we Google you?
3) One of us usually says to the other, “Did you get their social security number?”
*Major bonus if they have the same cell phone carrier as your family. Or not. You’ll have to weigh this one carefully.
The girls spend lots of time during the dinner saying things like, “They’re just kidding.”
And we counter with a deadpan, “No, we’re not.”
We love to gauge their responses and stress levels. You can really learn a lot about a person over dinner. 
We know it’s hard to hang at the Humphreys house and we want them to know what they’re getting into before they invest their time and money with one of our precious teens.
We end with:
Has _______ (insert teen’s name) told you we are absolute freaks about car safety?
To which Roger Leroy recently replied in a flat voice as she rolled her eyes, “Oh yeah, my mom was in a coma for like 11 days…”
The date candidate was duly impressed. He has completed the first phase of our approval and they’re in their 4th week of dating. Woo-hoo.
Bonus points if:
1) They are nice to Scary Baby and the wiener dogs
2) They interact well with the other siblings
3) They actually eat while we interrogate & don’t lose their appetite
Rule number three
The date must be planned in advance and no changes are allowed after they leave the house. Tell us where you’re going, who will be there and what time you’ll be home (within our pre-set curfew). They know that we will and we have shown up where they are suppose to be and they darn well better be there.
We really “go with our gut” and we’re not afraid to share that with the kids. There is a lot of intuition that plays into this. We have welcomed each guest who they have wanted to have over for “The Home Date” but they haven’t all passed with flying colors. We’re trying to teach them how to trust their intuition as well. Because sometimes that’s all you have. And sometimes that will save you in a bad situation. It may even save your life.
We’re no experts and have done plenty of things wrong and will continue to make mistakes. We will also continue to parent and make them abide by our rules while they live in our home.
Three rules. And somehow they still find ways to make it difficult. I know this is their job. To push us up against the wall and see if they can wear us out. I’m worn out. PhilBillPaul is worn out. Lucky for them, being worn out isn’t the same as giving up. We will not surrender!
Little Lesson (LL): There is no perfect system. Just be involved and get to know who they are with.
Share a Little Lesson (SALL): Please, please share your dating tips, rules, or thoughts here. We all need each other’s help!!
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Friday, May 23, 2008, by Sherra
For us, Day One of Summer was officially yesterday.
On Wednesday evening, PhilBillPaul and I enjoyed a lovely dinner out by ourselves and we had an animated discussion on starting the summer off by making a solid, serious plan for regaining control at our house.
Crazy things were discussed like getting our kids to do their chores every day. The chores that we consider a normal part of being a family member.
We got even crazier and thought we would sit down and talk to our lovely children about all of us working together to create a peaceful environment at home. We thought we could all start fresh and have a nice, relaxing summer.
Still trying to help them connect the dots about this simple fact:
“Mom won’t yell if you did the things we’ve asked you to do since you were three.”
We’re tough, I tell you. Here are some of the unreasonable things we keep reminding nagging them about…
“The rules haven’t changed.”
“Work before play.”
“Clean up your own mess.”
“Make your bed.”
“Brush your teeth.”
“Put toliet paper in the bathroom.”
“Hair brushes don’t belong on the kitchen counter.”
“Bath towels belong on your hook, not the floor.”
“Beach towels are not to be used as bath towels.”
And my all-time favorite because I just want one place in my whole house untouched by sticky hands and dirty feet…
“Stay out of our bedroom.”
Imagine my delight when we got home to find a water glass on my night stand that wasn’t mine, the TV set at a volume I’ve never listened to in my life and American Idol’s season finale deleted from my Tivo.
Oh yes, Mama Bear said someone has eaten my porridge, slept in my bed and left a big trail of evidence.
I won’t even go into the *story* that we got a.k.a. THE BIG LIE that kept getting bigger.
So our first day of summer was spent contemplating how long two of the three teens are grounded.
So much for our peace treaty.
Okay, I’ll stop now. As you can see, my expectations are way too high. This is all my fault.
Everyone would be a lot happier if I took more Valium and never left my bedroom.
I’ll let you know how Day Two goes…
Little Lesson (LL): The fun never ends.
Share a Little Lesson (SALL): What unreasonable things are you requiring your kids to do this summer? Eating, sleeping and going places doesn’t count.
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Wednesday, May 21, 2008, by Sherra
The graduation party fun seems to be all-consuming for families with seniors (and families with kindergarteners?).
The Grunter has made this all a little too easy for us since he’s not participating in the ceremony and didn’t want to have a party.
I’d feel more guilty about it if he hadn’t made a lot of other things really hard for us and in case anyone forgets, we will have TWO more seniors next year. I’m pretty certain they’ll be walking in the ceremony and want a party too. I’ve heard that I need to start the planning now. (Giant SIGH)
Here’s a little last minute tip for those supermom party planners (i.e. my friend Leigh Anne) who need just one more thing to do for the party…luckily these are super-easy graduation treats for the food table and you can never have too much chocolate!
I’m putting this is my “party file” for next year. (Yeah, sure, I have a party file.)
Our neighbor had these at her son’s party over the weekend and they were gone by the time we arrived. She was nice enough to email me the instructions and the link. Thanks Marla!
Aren’t these just too stinkin’ cute?!
Grad Caps
Miniature peanut butter cups
Frosting or peanut butter
Chocolate-covered graham crackers
Fruit leather
Step 1
Place a miniature peanut butter cup, bottom up, on a plate. Top with a small dollop of frosting or peanut butter, then press on a chocolate-covered graham cracker.
Step 2
For a tassel, tightly roll up a small square of fruit leather. Cut fringe on one end and attach the other end to the center of the graham cracker with another dab of frosting or peanut butter.
The idea comes from FamilyFun.com
Sidenote: Someone on the website suggested using mini m&m’s to hold the tassel.
There’s even a video if you need help assembling them. Seriously…let me know if you needed the video.
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Monday, May 19, 2008, by Sherra
It’s graduation week here in the South. The open houses and parties have begun.
We’ve been through graduation with our firstborn once before.
He made it through kindergarten with flying colors.
As if any of us needed to wear a cap and gown and “graduate” from kindergarten. Sure, we bought right into the new ritual. Ahh, the peer pressure.
He sailed through elementary school even when we homeschooled (gasp) during his 4th grade year.
He was a cute 1st grader.
Middle school (known as junior high back in my day) was relatively painless as well.
He was a cute 7th grader too. Yes, I know I’m biased.
He will remind me that homeschooling again (double gasp) in 8th grade created struggles for him in high school. Math specifically.
Sorry, Bud, I did the best I could.
We made the best educational decisions we could throughout the years. We have experienced private Christian school, homeschooling and public school.
We know there is no such thing as the perfect school much like we know there are no perfect children or perfect parents.
Eighteen years and thirteen years of school have not really flown by. Some people claim that the years fly by. Sometimes I have even claimed that.
The Grunter has survived being our firstborn and our “test boy.” He has actually passed again with flying colors.
Don’t get me wrong - the journey has not always been smooth sailing. The Cocoa Krispie Nightmare was just one of our many struggles I can write about while still maintaining some decorum (and while he still lives at home with us).
He is not walking in his high school graduation ceremony. After he told me three times he didn’t want to go to the ceremony, I listened. It seems to have created more stress for friends and family than it has for him or us.
This is the first of many decisions he is making on his own.
This is the part where my job description as mom starts to change.
This is the part where I worry and praise and love and pray.
This is the part where you start to let go.
This picture is one of my all-time favorites in his photo album when he was just a wee little naked baby learning to walk.
The quote I wrote on the page of his album so many years ago and is very poignant for me right now…
“A boy has two jobs. One is just being a boy.
The other is growing up to be a man.”
–Herbert Hoover
His job of being a boy is almost over.
His job of becoming a man is just beginning.
Life Lesson (LL): Growing and nurturing a baby boy into a man is a hard, scary job.
Share a Life Lesson (SALL): Share how your “babies” are turning out. Moms supporting moms makes the job a little less overwhelming!
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Monday, May 12, 2008, by Sherra
At our house, we call it the “Never Enough” syndrome. It seems that no matter what we buy, give or do, it’s “never enough.” If we say yes, they ask for one more thing. If we say midnight, they say “12:30.” If we say pick one, they say “two. If we say pick two, they say “three.”
Okay, you get the idea. Anyone else relate to this syndrome?
Reflecting on a quiet Mother’s Day yesterday and keeping focused on my job as the mean mom with Scary Baby grounded for the day and the teenagers all working, I thought of one of my favorite Erma Bombeck writings. I know it has made its way around the internet email forwarding system many times. Often without proper attribution.
My kids actually read the blog from time to time and I wonder if they’re still too young to really “get it.”
Fellow mean moms get it.
Erma got it.
It’s really worth reading again.
You Don’t Love Me
“You don’t love me!”
How many times have your kids laid that one on you?
And how many times have you, as a parent, resisted the urge to tell them how much?
Someday when my children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates a mother I’ll tell them.
I loved you enough to bug you about where you were going, with whom, and what time you would get home.
I loved you enough to insist you buy a bike with your own money that we could afford and you couldn’t.
I loved you enough to be silent and let you discover your hand-picked friend was a creep.
I loved you enough to make you return a Milky Way with a bite out of it to a drugstore and confess, “I stole this.”
I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours while you cleaned your bedroom, a job that would have taken me fifteen minutes.
I loved you enough to say, “Yes, you can go to Disney World on Mother’s Day.”
I loved you enough to let you see anger, disappointment, disgust, and tears in my eyes.
I loved you enough not to make excuses for your lack of respect or your bad manners.
I loved you enough to admit that I was wrong and ask your forgiveness.
I loved you enough to ignore “what every other mother” did or said.
I loved you enough to let you stumble, fall, hurt, and fail.
I loved you enough to let you assume the responsibility for you own actions, at six, ten, or sixteen.
I loved you enough to figure you would lie about the party being chaperoned, but forgave you for it … after discovering I was right.
I loved you enough to shove you off my lap, let go of your hand, be mute to your pleas … so that you had to stand alone.
I loved you enough to accept you for what you are, not what I wanted you to be.
But most of all, I loved you enough to say no when you hated me for it. That was the hardest part of all.
–Erma Bombeck
I hope all you mean moms (and nice moms) had a wonderful Mother’s Day.
And I hope and pray that my kids know that I have always loved them enough even when it seems like it is never enough…
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Wednesday, April 16, 2008, by Sherra
I am a huge advocate of family night. It’s a night that you can schedule weekly or monthly so that you can spend quality family time together.
We did this for many years when the first three kids were younger.
One of our favorite things to do is have family game night. PhilBillPaul and I love board games. Some of our old standard favorites:
Scrabble, Yahtzee, Pictionary, Taboo and Boggle.
Okay, maybe not so much Boggle but only because they’re all a bunch of sore losers when I win every time. I am The Queen of Boggle.
We have had many family movie nights and rotated which child could choose the movie.
Some of our favorite oldies but goodies:
Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory, Babe, The Rookie, Fly Away Home and E.T.
I’m not a big fan of cartoons but The Lion King, Shrek & Finding Nemo are also winners if we have to watch a cartoon.
As the kids got older, we were excited to teach them how to play euchre. If you’re from the Midwest, you probably know the game. If you’re not, never mind.
Bring on the euchre any time…PhilBillPaul and I take our euchre very seriously.
The teenagers now all have jobs and our family nights are few and far between. It’s a rare night that all six of us are home together. (Which I realize, at this point, may be more positive than negative.)
Last year just after Thanksgiving, I brought home something I knew we might all have fun trying. Not that I thought it was a game or anything.
First, a little back story on my idea…
I’ve heard many stories about parents who allow their kids to drink beer and/or alcohol in their home. The parents have been known to say that the kids are safer if they’re at their house and being supervised since “they’re going to drink anyway.”
Being a non-drinker and a head injury survivor makes me extra slow to accept this logic. That and the little law we have about it being illegal.
I do try to have an open mind and just because I never drank alcohol (remember, I still do drink other liquids) doesn’t mean I don’t remember how hard it was to be a teenager and all the peer pressure that accompanied that season of life.
Back in early December last year, I made a big and somewhat impulsive decision and didn’t even discuss it first with PhilBillPaul (because I’m like that).
Remember, he’s so darn nice so I knew he’d go along with my decision because he is the Nice Dad and he just wants everyone to be happy.
Here’s what I decided…
If my kids wanted to try pot, they should do it at home and in front of me and PhilBillPaul.
Side note: We did this particular family night after Scary Baby was tucked safely in bed and fast asleep.
Incidentally, I got this idea from Dr. Oz on Oprah.
So I bought the pot.
It’s a neti pot.
What on earth did you think I was talking about??????
People, please, stay focused here. My kids do read this from time to time.
The Grunter was the first to volunteer to try the neti pot. The rest of us were more than a little apprehensive.
What a brave soul he was to go first. And he let me take pictures.
STEP ONE: Fill the pot with salt water mixture.
STEP TWO: Start the flow.
STEP THREE: Switch nostrils.
STEP FOUR: Blow and cry laugh.
Side note: The blue bowl was purchased especially for this family night. It is NOT a food bowl for those of you who have come to our house for a meal.
The girls were not interested in trying the neti pot. I don’t really blame them especially after The Grunter used it. Not really an item to share.
I told them I would get them each one for their stocking for Christmas but they said they’d rather get the traditional new socks and a toothbrush. Whatever.
These neti pots are all the rage. In fact, reading about it here made me remember these pictures and inspired me to write this post. (Check out the site - I can’t help but love the name: Dumb Little Man)
There are all kinds of health benefits associated with this “ancient SECRET” that we are just learning about. In spite of the fact we live in Pollenville where the cars turn yellow with pollen and four of us have allergies that get so bad we can’t go outside for more than 5 minutes for several months of the year, we have not taken to using the neti pot.
We prefer our prescription drugs to pot. Go figure.
It’s almost scary to realize that we’ve been having this much family fun and took pictures of the fun long before I started this blog, isn’t it? Never mind, don’t answer that.
Family Neti Pot Night has not been repeated since. But we did play Pictionary in January.
Little Lesson (LL):
- It takes courage to use pot in front of your parents.
- Yes, he did inhale and inhaling hurts.
- Using pot in front of your younger sisters can discourage them from ever trying it.
That’s our boy and we want to publicly say we are so very proud of him!
Share a Little Lesson (SALL): Anybody out there a fan of this neti pot business? Anyone have any Family Night ideas to share?
P.S. For the record, I have never used, smoked or inhaled pot in my life. Neti, or otherwise.
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Wednesday, April 9, 2008, by Sherra
I’d love to have a little lesson to share today.
Or a funny wiener (dog) joke.
Or a giant life lesson.
But I don’t.
Because I’m still exhausted from battling the teens.
(For the concerned few, I’ve been Valium-free for 3 days!)
Instead, I have a few random thoughts to share.
First, I thought this was a good day to conduct a little experiment and see what happens. As the site continues to grow, I love to know what you all think and how I might get you to participate a bit more.
I know how many of you want to remain anonymous because you don’t want your husband, kids, neighbors, the world, etc., to know that you’ve ever had bad thoughts…
but you like to read mine.
I do respect your privacy. I promise.
Please do remember, you can use a “CODE NAME” so no one (except me) knows it’s you.
Here’s a little anonymous poll for you and it will give me a good idea about some future plans I have in the works.
Will you participate in polls here?
If no one clicks, I’ll get a BIG life lesson so remember how I just climbed out of The Black Hole and I’m still very fragile. Please don’t make me start that series up again.
Second, I’m surprised that I didn’t get more (as in AT LEAST A DOZEN OR MORE) comments on the Man on Blog post from Friday.
Seriously, just a patriotic, thank you to all the families with soldiers serving our country means a great deal to them!!
Hello, it’s not too late.
Come out of lurker status and just go the post, scroll down to comments box and type THANK YOU to all the men and women who serve our country (like Ann’s husband and my cousin’s son Rob).
Finally, many of you know I collect quotes. This one seems particularly appropriate as I battle onward as a mean mom. I leave you with this uplifting inspiration and a big sigh…
The hardest years in life are those between ten and seventy.
-Helen Hayes (at 73)
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Monday, April 7, 2008, by Sherra
I’m a Mean Mom.
PhilBillPaul is a Nice Dad.
Our roles have been clearly defined for many years.
My role as the mean mom has become extraordinarily difficult during these teen years.
Valium difficult.
I won’t go into a play-by-play of all my meanness this weekend. I’ll save it for another post.
Suffice to say, “I am mean and always say no and am always in a bad mood.”
I’m paraphrasing one of the teens’ rant with tears about how mean I am. The only thing she the darling didn’t say is that I’m mean.
Some day I’ll also go into detail about how Nice Dad just wants “everybody to be happy.”
Which is a beautiful sentiment. Really it is.
He was put here on earth to make me look even meaner.
I often fantasize about living in a crappy little apartment (crappy little beach cottage would be even better) and letting Nice Dad and the teens live in funland and squalor.
I’m not saying I would abandon my family–they could most certainly come visit me.
PhilBillPaul could even call and come pick me up for a date.
I would be willing to work them all into my busy schedule.
My therapist didn’t think this was such a keen idea when I ran it by her last week.
But then again, she doesn’t live at my house, now does she?
Just thinking out loud here. (sigh)
I dream of little things like…
- Clean dish towels with no dried food on them
- My scissors and tape being in the drawer where I put them
- A coffee table that doesn’t have sticky I-don’t-know-what-on-it
- More than 3 squares of toilet paper in the guest bathroom
- Not tripping on anything when I go up or down the stairs
I’m showing my shallow side. I know this.
I have issues. i know this too.
Just venting because I’m sure I’ll feel better if I just SHARE this with you.
And I wonder if anyone else feels this way?
And the Valium doesn’t seem to be working…
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Wednesday, April 2, 2008, by Sherra
Here’s a little wardrobe management tip for those of you with kids young enough to instill some positive, early habits that will serve you all well through high school (hopefully).
With all four of my kids, I have found much success with starting them young on appropriate clothing selection. I’m sure another mother gave me this sage advice but with old age comes a fleeting memory.
Early, before our kids’ school went to uniforms (amen - I’m a huge uniform advocate - I would lobby for them in any school at any age!) we selected school clothes and after school/weekend clothes. Initially, we had separate drawers but then I found this marvelous invention.
Don’t ask me why there is a teddy bear in the Monday cube. I guess you can use it to sort toys?
There were several reasons this system worked great for us:
- It eliminated any early morning battles because mama doesn’t function well in the morning.
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It established a night time routine where they always needed to have their outfit ready for the next day including shoes and socks.
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It was visual so dad could handle the system when mom wasn’t home.
- It set clear expectations for what they could and couldn’t wear to school.
- It was non-negotiable.
We did allow them to have a few of the character or shirts with writing that were not deemed appropriate for school. Nothing mean or nasty, mind you. Rather, the humorous or smartie pants shirts that I’m sure you’ve all seen.
They could wear these on the weekends or they could be sleep shirts.
Side note: The Grunter might just have a shirt that says “I love my wie#%r” with a graphic of a wiener dog. Ann’s son might have received the same shirt as a birthday gift from our family. I’m just saying they might…
I’ve had lively discussions with other mothers about their strong belief in letting their children pick out there own clothes and express their individuality.
Lucky for all of us, we all live in the land of the free and are entitled to our opinion.
Here is mine.
Forget about expressing their individuality. I always said they have PLENTY of time to do that when they get home and on the weekends. Make teachers’ lives easier. The clothing kids are wearing these days is ridiculous.
In addition, uniforms eliminate stress and the competition at school over labels and brands which I’ve always found ridiculous.
Did my kids love uniforms? No. Did I care? No.
They aren’t suppose to love everything. They don’t really love the uniforms they are required to wear for their part-time jobs. They aren’t really allowed to express their individuality at work either. Go figure.
This is the first year that I don’t have any kids in uniforms. I’m grateful that the clothing system was ingrained early in the big kids’ lives. The girls have their outfits out the night before and it is a huge timesaver since they leave the house at 6:30 a.m. (However, they have abandoned their cube organizer.)
Scary Baby has her organizer hanging in the corner where dad mounted it so we can all see that she has her outfit ready. It’s a great week if she actually picks her outfits for the whole week on Sunday night but that doesn’t always happen.
Many stores sell these great organizers. Try Target or Kohl’s.
If your school doesn’t require uniforms, you as the parent, can and should go over what clothing is appropriate for school and then stick to it.
Every school has a dress code and adhering to that dress code is the responsibility of all of us.
From elementary to high school, I continue to be shocked and appalled at some of the “get-ups” I see kids go to school in.
Our kids’ job is to go to school and be a student. Our job as parents is to make sure they are dressed appropriately and I don’t think that should be the subject of a big debate.
Common sense is the answer.
That’s my opinion…what’s yours?
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Monday, March 31, 2008, by Sherra
After Friday’s post I thought I should follow up with something more serious and mature so I wouldn’t lose the incredible readership I’ve built up in these past few months.
(I’m grateful for each and every one of you who keeps coming back for more - really I am!)
Then I realized that I needed to be true to myself and honestly, I couldn’t think of anything serious and mature to write about.
Stealing Ann’s favorite line once again…
“I got nothing.”
Maybe because Ann and I have spent the weekend calling and text messaging each other laughing about our new favorite word.
Yes, I know it’s immature and it’s also why we get along so well.
In that spirit, I thought I’d post a couple of pictures of our wiener dogs. Between us we have three wiener dogs.
Oh wait, that’s Roger Leroy in the dog crate, not Sabu.
I think my kids have way too much free time.
FYI, I just discovered this picture when I was downloading my pictures to iPhoto.
In case anyone was thinking I put her in the dog crate and then took a picture of her.
Perhaps this is why we’ve always called her our little circus baby.
Mostly now though, we just call her a strange freegan.
I thought I had a picture of Ann’s wiener dog to share. I know you’re disappointed but I’m sure we’ll have another Wiener Dog Monday soon!
Okay, I found an actual picture of our wiener dogs.
I posted this picture of Sabu and Dudley in February and I was very surprised that NO ONE made a comment on how darn cute this picture is of our two wiener dogs.
I think the cute got lost because you all were way more fascinated about
the high school principal calling me than the pictures of the dogs.
Come on. You gotta admit they’re pretty cute.
Even if you don’t like dogs.
Which I don’t.
Except wiener dogs.
Dog lover? Not a dog lover? Here’s your chance to comment on how cute wiener dogs are…
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