super fly and why my kitchen is now spotless
Our 3-year-old Lab mix pound puppy Samantha has needed a friend for a while now. I’ve known that, I’ve always known that, but I let the universe and the Interwebs talk me out of it with the whole “that’s like having a baby to keep your other baby company” argument and what’s so wrong with that, I say? My teenager Jordan is the best babysitter ever for her two younger brothers when she’s not grumbling about it, so that particular dynamic worked for
her me, so why not the dog?
So I answered a Twitter plea from another fabulous Houston blogger and picked up Fly this past Sunday, and she’s a perfect fit for our little family and, more importantly, for Samantha. Fly is still a puppy, so we get the requisite crying when something isn’t quite right (empty food bowls are a goddamned no-no), but she’s a sweetheart in every way. She gives hugs to Samantha and tries to sleep with Baby Ehren and me (um, I normally wouldn’t mind, I guess, but, gaw, stop squirming, okay, no, get out). We loved her after about 10-and-a-half seconds.
If you’ve been paying unwavering attention to me on my freefringes Twitter account, you know that my sweet girl Jordan has a boyfriend. He took her to their school’s military ball and he’s an all-around nice guy. My plan for getting Jordan out of my house by the age of 25 was to marry her off to some all-around nice guy, and that could still happen, but, for now, I acknowledge that anyone she dates is gonna be as special needs as she is, so if I get her out the house, she’d just be going to another mama’s house, so I may as well keep her with me.
She and her man (I should give him a name, and since he hasn’t signed any release forms, let’s call him Chris because I’m the most original pseudonym-thinker-of-er ever) were let out of school early today and, thinking I was picking up only Jordan, ended up bringing home Jordan and Chris and spending fourteen bucks on their lunch at Whataburger, so they were both totally indebted to me, right? I asked Chris to help Jordan clean the kitchen since that’s her main chore and she’s positively awful at it, and man, autistic or not, that boy can clean. No excuses, no leaving food on dishes, no leaving crumbs on the counter or grease on the stove. If I weren’t so completely paranoid of his impregnating my daughter, he could move in with us. He’s awesome and sweet.
Alrighty, Jon Alex is home from school and asking for food for some reason. Lemme go whip something up at McDonald’s.
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