The dishes pile up. The dark wood floors always seem to be dirty. You come home from a trip and find out that banana you left on the counter has now given you an overabundance of fruit fly house guests.
Who overstay their welcome, leave their dirty towels on the bathroom floor, and drink too much of your chardonnay.
Yesterday I instagrammed this picture and called it the sweetness of home. It's some white wine from a local vineyard, an organic tomato, mozzarella & basil caprese salad, and it's all styled very nicely on our Vanity Fair- The Portraits book. Y'know.. as you do. Because I always eat my salads off of coffee table books. Clearly.
Yes, if I didn't know me, I would think I was very hip indeed. :)
But the truth is, first we had to wash some dishes so we had anything clean to eat off of. Then for about the third time this week, a fruit fly landed in my chardonnay (which like I joked the first time, I guess made it just a little bit ironic. But suddenly the joke and the fly aren't so funny anymore). And finally when we started to eat the salad, we realized that the mozzarella had gone off. Like, really?? WHO does that happen to? I'm pretty certain, Giada would NOT be proud of this one.
To add to it, this week Cooper was shedding like crazy (I mean let's be clear, he sheds like crazy all year long. But twice a year.....twice a year, it looks like something straight out of that scene in Gremlins when Gizmo gets water spilled on him. I'm pretty sure we could make three entire new full grown dogs out of the tumbleweeds rolling around on our floor. Those of you with goldens will understand). While we were in Chicago we got a call from Justin's parents that Cooper really wasn't feeling well and was breaking out in these "hot spots" that he gets pretty often when he sheds like that. But these ones were especially bad and he had a temperature and wasn't eating, so they rushed him to the vet. Who did what he was supposed to do, and gave him medicine and shaved him down. Except that because the hot spots were especially bad this time, he had to shave a lot of him. Like a LOT lot of him. Like the whole bottom half of him. So the story is, we came home to poor puppy who looked a lot like this :)
And not only does he look like that, he's totally acting like that too. He's completely embarrassed like Daffy Duck without feathers or Donald Duck when he loses his towel (even though he's never wearing pants the rest of the time anyway....doesn't he realize that??). And I really do expect him to stand up like that any minute and cross both paws in front of him. Nope, I wouldn't be surprised if that happened at all.
So yea, it's safe to say yesterday was just one of those Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Days.
But you know what, such is the fabric of life. And just like Tootie told us...you take the good, you take the bad, you take it all and there you have.
And if I'm going to share all the really good things with you, then I need to share the bad too. Because it just isn't real otherwise.
And after all anway who knows....today just might be one of the good ones. Here's hoping!