Possum Huntin'

Sonny the Pug has been fully enjoying his vacation with Cussy. Last night, they went on an opossum hunt. And by that I mean that Sonny barked at an old, sad possum that comes up on the patio to steal dry cat food. Apparently, Cussy and Sonny kept their possum vigil for several hours.



Cussy tells us that, "If viewed carefully and in sequence, one can see that the Pug was momentarily distracted by the curtain and decided to give it a tug. Later he returned to hunting protocol." Oh that crazy Sonny, whipping window treatments into submission.



Meanwhile, I have been in Washington D.C. for less than 12 hours and I have fallen down. Three times. Once, from off a tram in Arlington National Cemetery. Backwards. Onto the Husband. Who broke my fall.

Somewhere, a Japanese tourist is sending video of an overweight American woman pitching backwards onto the pavement to their local television station's variety show. I will become an Internet sensation, much like this lady. Except I did NOT say: "Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. I can't breathe." No, instead I laughed at myself until I couldn't catch my breath. And my poor husband? Limped around like a fat woman had just fell on him.

The other two times I ate pavement included tripping over the edge of the base of a giant white Greek column (D.C. is full of them) and sliding down a hill on freshly fallen leaves (all though I challenge this because my ass never actually hit the ground.)

OH! And last night I tripped going up the 5,381 stairs to my sister's apartment. The tip of my shoe caught and I went down my knees. My preggo sister came running out from her home and said: "Oh no! Oh no! I heard a thump!" Then she said, "When I heard thump, thump I just KNEW that you'd fell."

Yeah, no surprise there, dude.