Life here has been overwhelming these past couple of weeks. Work came back with a vengeance. We've been dealing with a first haircut and the first day of preschool. My toddler spilled water on my laptop, and I spent an entire day and way too much money getting new hardware and software figured out. And we've got a lot happening in the next week that I'm already stressing over. It all makes for good blogging fodder but unfortunately no time to post. I roll into bed at the end of the day and am immediately out until I wake up five hours later to start it all again.
And that is why I just love it when God throws something at you completely ridiculous in a good way. This morning I woke up bright and early (actually it was dark and early), clicked the leash on my dog's collar, and headed out the door. We were at the top of the deck when I noticed something on my dog's back. I thought he had a sock on his back, and I tried to pull it off. But at that moment I realized he was wearing a pair of my husband's underwear. Literally his entire torso was through the underwear. I had to lift up his front legs in order to pull it off. I didn't get a picture because I thought it was probably a better idea to take the underwear off so he could actually do his business. Yes, somehow in the night, my crazy dog wiggled his way into the underwear all on his own.
I don't even know what to say about this other than it was good to have a laugh first thing in the morning.