Wednesday, September 26, 2012

knock knock...

last night i had a work call with a colleague in asia that started at 9pm...that's late for a pregnant lady.  o was exhausted and went to bed early and mr. hobbes was outside.  i was on the call and could hear hobbes barking but was engrossed in what i was doing.  the call went on for over an hour and a half...then i heard a knock at the door.  it was the guy above...just kidding...but that's what it felt like.  hobbes was being too loud.  this likely means one of our neighbors who now hates us/hobbes called in a noise complaint.  that makes me feel terrible...really terrible.  i tried to get him inside (hobbes, not the cop) and he was running around the yard excited by the action.  in the process of trying to get him inside him i pull some muscles in my upper back.  ouch.

hobbes got in the house and within two seconds was asleep on the floor, i apologized to the cops (and am currently sending out an apology to the universe and our neighbor)s, and promptly went upstairs to bed where i curled up, got a nice back rub, and cried a little.  today i'll go swimming during lunch to try to make my back feel better.

hobbes is out for a long walk now with o before the rains come today.  hoping that the extra scoop of peanut butter in my oatmeal is a start to better things on the way today.


2 comments:

  1. yikes, jill, i didn't know whether to laugh or cry when i read this.

    a naughty puppy and an even naughtier neighbor (who is not, i might add, very nice and neighborly and maine-like at all—never heard of such an insensitive island person, must be from out-of-state—to not talk to you personally first) and a tired pregnant lady and a scary cop at the door and a universe and a neighbor awaiting an apology.....gawd, this is too much. i am all riled up here, as you can see by the length of this comment and the feel of the heat coming off it. go for two scoops of peanut butter.

    can't wait for news of the little one. : )

    xoxoxo to you, dear lady

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  2. i am sorry! not a fun thing to deal with...

    and i totally agree about the neighbor. how uncool of them not to come over first and tell you hobbes was being loud. who just jumps to calling the cops first? who does that? jerks!

    2 scoops of peanut butter, swimming...take care of yourself, momma. you are on the home stretch...and douchey neighbors be damned!

    hugs.

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