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Ya know how annoying it is when your house is too clean? We finally could not take it any more. After endless hours of exhausting research we figured that a puppy would solve our problem. Here is our new crap factory and friend-to-Meatball. Her name is Smudge, and I am pleased to tell you that after only two days, she has stopped trying to nurse from Meatball. Though I don’t know if she ever figured out he is a boy.
Oh, and if you don’t respect chihuahuas–after the revolution, I don’t know if I can save you.
Phil
The night in July 16th, Phil and I were hanging out, having just finished watching Capote. All of a sudden from our dark front yard, we heard the most awful, grunting, death-howl sounding noises. Apparently we were not the only ones who heard this. Pretty soon there were Phil and I, and four neighbors standing in our front yard. It was determined that the horrible growling/screeching was coming from the huge ash tree about 6 feet into the yard adjacent to ours.
After some rustling around, Phil dug up a flashlight from in the house and we were finally able to get a look at what was making the death noises. Now we did not take this photo, but I am pretty sure this is part of what was happening that night:
That’s right folks, not just one raccoon sporting this attitude, but there were three, all similarly malcontent.
Once we figured out that the murderous screams coming from our neighbor’s tree were only three disgruntled raccoons, we could have just let it go at that. However, little Meatball knew there was trouble stirring outside before the screams even began. He was running around wanting to go in and out the back door, running all around the backyard. He even started quivering and whining, which might be normal behavior for other chihuahuas, but not for ours!
So with every scratch and grunt from the ash tree, Meatball was ready to defend the house, Phil and me. Something had to be done to chill those raccoons out. So, Phil grabbed the hose. We hooked it up, dragged it over to the tree, and let free a giant stream into to tree. Pretty soon, all three raccoons were scurrying around the tree and it was time for us to finally go to bed. The moral of this story: raccoons are loud and they really suck.
Ikea is my most favorite store in the whole world (followed closely by Target). If I could go there once a month, I would. Unfortunately here in Colorado, there is NO IKEA! Some commerical genius south of Denver told Ikea that they could not emblazon the prospective building in blue and yellow and so the fount of modern furniture for the masses took their business elsewhere. What were you thinking Colorado? Of course it has to be blue and yellow!!!
When we recently visited the Pacific Northwest, Phil and I (and really I mean myself) got our latest Ikea fix. Even though I was getting super sick that day, Ikea still was worth it. This time, we bought a box of graham crackers in the shape of the letters i, k, e, & a. It was awesome. I also got my dollar and a quarter soft serve cone.
And did you know there is an Ikea smell? It is a toasty cinnamon smell that comes from all the cinnamon rolls that they bake near the cash registers. Before we were even in the store, my nose told me we had arrived!
Currently, I am coveting a new couch. Here is option #1:
This is the Klippan sofa. It goes for $499. It is even leather!!!! As far as furniture prices go, this is just unparalleled. Check out a Pottery Barn couch sometime. You’ll see what I mean.
Here is option #2:
Just when you thought that Ikea was really too good to be true. It gets better. This Sater sofa is 6.5 feet long and is dark brown leather. All this for a sweet $399. That is right only $399 for this lovely loveseat.
Phew. What are your thoughts on Ikea?
Hey there everyone!
We’re back on the blog scene now. We hope you have a great 4th of July. We spent the weekend in the mountains with the Lessly Family for our biannual reunion. It was great. Uncle Phil provided a major highlight of the weekend: he proposed to his girlfriend Luz! Luz, we all think you are wonderful. Good luck with the wedding plans.
We are lucky enough to have spent a few extra days with Joyce here in Loveland. We got to hit up the sights around here, especially with some shopping: Centerra, Boulder, and morning walks to Starbucks with Meatball!
