SO-PHEEEE-AAH!!! Sophia, our tiny, earnest guard dog is barking ferociously. At what, I have not a clue. Ten minutes later, same story, this time at squirrels digging in the flower bed. Rinse and repeat: at a dog walking with his parents; at another dog at the corner, and yet another dog far down the block. He’s just a speck at this distance, but she sees that speck…and it looks suspicioius. Still slowly waking up, I brew a cup of coffee and settle down at the kitchen table to map out my Saturday while the kid and husband are out enjoying a seldom breakfast together. Now Sophia’s tail is wagging in anticipation of someone approaching the porch. SIGH. That means dad and her sister are back already from breakfast. I just wanted some alone time, I whimper. Then there’s a knock at the door. Sophia’s beaten me to the door doing her funny little hop because she’s excited to see Dad Almighty and her sister. Welp. Not only is Me, Myself & I Time over, but apparently no one has a...
Finding out everyday that sometimes, late is right on time.