The husband and I are heading down to our house early tomorrow morning. Though initial reports about the status of our house are good, we figure we need to survey things for ourself and report any damage that wasn't apparent from inspecting the outside. The boys and Gert will stay in Round Rock with the in laws while we take our trip to Houston. There have been reports today of serious damage in our neighborhood because of an unconfirmed tornado. We're pretty sure our house only sustained minor damage, but we will know for sure tomorrow. I'll post pictures of the damage in our neighborhood when we get back.
On an unrelated note: Hampton (the in law's giant, sweet baby of a dog) just chased Gert across the kitchen table. Why? Because she had a Beggin' Strip in her mouth. He hasn't even so much as looked at Gertrude this entire time, but the second she toted off a Beggin' Strip he could no longer contain himself and went for the bacon-y goodness. Thank goodness he didn't catch her, much less hurt her, but he did manage to knock over my Route 44 Sonic drink into my laptop. Immediately I threw all he dogs into the yard, had the husband take the freaking cat upstairs and dried the computer out with my hair drier. And while it is nothing short of a miracle that my computer survived, I find it more impressive that Gert maintained possession of the Beggin' Strip. Then, and I shit you not, she ate the fucking dog treat.
Since such a bruhaha had just occurred I felt compelled to taste the morsel that initiated the incident. And do you know what? Beggin' Strips aren't half bad. As a hurricane evacuee, I can honestly say they surpass the deliciousness of an MRE.
On an unrelated note: Hampton (the in law's giant, sweet baby of a dog) just chased Gert across the kitchen table. Why? Because she had a Beggin' Strip in her mouth. He hasn't even so much as looked at Gertrude this entire time, but the second she toted off a Beggin' Strip he could no longer contain himself and went for the bacon-y goodness. Thank goodness he didn't catch her, much less hurt her, but he did manage to knock over my Route 44 Sonic drink into my laptop. Immediately I threw all he dogs into the yard, had the husband take the freaking cat upstairs and dried the computer out with my hair drier. And while it is nothing short of a miracle that my computer survived, I find it more impressive that Gert maintained possession of the Beggin' Strip. Then, and I shit you not, she ate the fucking dog treat.
Since such a bruhaha had just occurred I felt compelled to taste the morsel that initiated the incident. And do you know what? Beggin' Strips aren't half bad. As a hurricane evacuee, I can honestly say they surpass the deliciousness of an MRE.
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