Okay, I was going to try to put a picture of T-Bone with the sharks up but it was proving too difficult. Instead, I'm going to relate the following account:

This morning Beulah stomped upstairs and growled, "What's for breakfast?" When she heard the reply, she scowled, "Cold cereal? I can't believe it! That's stupid!"

It's the little things in life that bring us pleasure.

We were able to persuade Goose to sleep in with us this morning. She is still cuddling with Husband. (Hence she isn't trying to disturb me as I type).

Oh the agony and ecstasy of school projects. T-Bone wrote a story which he first titled, A Sharky Tale, but then renamed a more cautious My Ocean Adventure. I worked with him to find pictures of sharks for the purpose of illustration. and then Husband spend h-o-u-r-s enhancing the pictures and finding little diver bodies to match with pictures of T-Bone's head. (Now I'm going to interrupt myself here and say that initially I wanted T-Bone to illustrate the book by hand, but then I realized that playing with graphics on the computer is an excellent way to fulfill one's artistic desires ) Well, Husband is a perfectionist, and tweaked and tweaked and tweaked but finally the pictures were all ready. So we printed the images out onto the special paper provided for us by Studentreasures. Oops. Even though we told the printer that we were printing on photo paper, it still used way too much ink and the pictures were runny. They were cute--they just weren't as crisp. And we had no extra sheets to reprint on. Husband was not happy about this. In the morning he called the company and was told we could go buy more special paper of a special weight and then bring them into school and swap them out with T-Bone's originals. (Of course the book was due this day) But in the end T-Bone thought they were fine and didn't want to go through the extreme measures of replacing them.

I will show one of the pictures in my next post....

So we discovered last week that Goose gets carsick. We'd been a good two hours into our trip when she started to cough. It was a wet cough, a bit juicy for our comfort, and up came the banana and chex cereal. Worrying that she was sick with a stomach bug, I threatened Husband that we would have to go back home if she spewed anymore. She actually did vomit one more time, but the road was really windy and it seemed too big of a coincidence for her to suddenely get sick when we get in a car. We found some dramamine in the side of the door. I quartered the tablet and inserted it into a grape (This was Beulah's idea, btw). She gobbled it up, we rested for a few minutes, and then we continued on our way, with no more nasty episodes of regurgitation.

The weekend was good. Husband and T-Bone caught some bass using lures (they feel so manly when they can catch without live bait).

Beulah fell in the giardia-ridden lake (we'll have to watch her for any unpleasant bathroom experiences). Skilly won the prize for catching the first fish. He chose to get a "special" set of cowboy guns and accoutrements at the indoor swapmeet. Janey was a daredevil in the pool and was generally pleasant and sweet as always.

Beulah wants me to add that she is every bit as much of a daredevil. Believe what you want to.