Monday, July 27, 2009
There has Been a Coup
It was the most fabulous vacation of my entire life and then coming home seemed extra sweet, until the pet sitter told us that our cat Edward was once again missing and hadn't been seen since Friday. Coop and I immediately went to the shelter by our house (which was slightly surreal because there were, literally, 400 cats living cage-free in a house and they all seem to, well, get along. They are almost all feral captures, so this was just amazing to us.) No Edward, though.
I'd like to say that Edward being gone didn't just suck the joy right out of me but, well...I can't. Isn't it ridiculous that we could have been on this life-changing trip and come home with our heads full of the history and beauty of Germany and France and then, whoosh--reality bit us hard in the form of one missing orange fluff-ball?
And then he strolled in about 4:00 in the morning, looking perfectly fit and happy and with a purr as big as Texas at seeing us again.
I hate that cat.
(Okay, so I lie, I lie, I lie.)
(But...well.. DARN HIM!)
So, here we all are now, slightly delayed, having a joyous homecoming.
I'll tell you much more about our trip, plus how the cucumbers have staged a coup and are taking over the entire garden (Can y'all say, "pickles?" Now can you tell me how to make them?) as soon as I've done some laundry and figured out where our puppy went. (There is this enormous black dog the size of our sofa roaming around here, though, and he's apparently figured out the stairs since if you turn your back for a second, you see him slinking guiltily back down them.)
Wait, wait, can I just gush for one second about my husband? I know that this probably gets old --because how much happiness can y'all read about without wanting to murder me?--but in addition to planning every last detail of our vacation--which included booking a rental car and hotels in foreign lands, buying a GPS with the right maps on it, driving us to where the Tour de France was happening without getting us stuck even once in traffic, meeting and charming my extended German family and in general pulling off the greatest vacation of my entire life?? He also managed to have to house cleaned before he left so that I would come home and not be all stressed out.
Either I did something very good in a former lifetime or he did something very, VERY bad... All hail Coop!