So many things I haven’t written about.

Murphy the dog was at death’s door…or so we thought. Her condition was so bad, I even called a vet to see if they would do in home euthanazation. I was giving her water with an eye dropper because she couldn’t even get up to drink. I was crying, Andy was misty eyed all day. It was all for nothing because although she came close to the light, she refused to go into it. Our theory is that she was bitten by a scorpian or a black widow, but, it’s just a theory.

I may be a very bad person at heart, because although it was very sad, and I was feeling horrible, I am now a little disappointed that she’s still with us.

I’m visiting my parents at the end of the month. There was a whole long funny story surrounding the decision to go, and the planning and getting the plane tickets, but I don’t feel like telling it. I’ll just say that in a moment of weakness after seeing my mother display (grand?) maternal instincts towards her grandchildren I softened and wanted to visit. After I offered to come, every phone call and email was fraught (yes, I said fraught) with problems, emotional walls and passive aggressiveness. The best call being specifically made to inquire that if the true reason for my visit was because Andy and I were having marital problems.

But in all fairness, my mom did call me yesterday just to talk, and even said that she missed me and wished I lived closer.