We started off the week on the right paw...
With Matt taking a picture of Dobby and I sleeping together. We usually lock the cats out at night because at around 3am they decide it's time to wake us up for playtime. We suspended this rule and Dobby took full advantage, by suffocating me with love.
Sirius, on the other hand, decided to go a different route.
He thought that it would be cute to claw at my hair from behind the couch, leading to him looking like we've imprisoned him. It was self inflected, I promise.
On Thursday I came home to find that I'd made a new friend who was hanging out in my front yard.
Her name was Luna and I was so close to keeping her, and having all of my pets named after
Harry Potter characters. Unfortunately, she had a collar, and I found her home and returned her. Not before grabbing a few photos and getting a bunch of puppy kisses.
That night, Dobby could tell that I had been a traitor and made sure I knew who the real boss was, by taking his rightful place as king of the house - on the most important part of the house. The bed, where sweet, sweet naps are taken.
Over the weekend we went with the Stewarts to see Iron Man 3, and I couldn't contain myself. We showed up 20 minutes before showtime, which in our tiny theater is the equivalent of hours, and still weren't able to get tickets for that showing. We ended up going to a later show that night, and I had to hold both Matt and Allyssa's hands because I was so overcome with the sheer awesomeness of it all. There might have also been a sugar rush, but we won't get into that, or how much chocolate I smuggled in.
Matt had Monday off, but his golf plans were ruined when it poured all day. Secretly, I think he was a little relieved because he kept saying how he had to learn how to golf in 2 days. It's been feeling much more like a Seattle spring than a southern one, with dreary days and lots and lots of rain. Last night it was impossible to sleep as a massive thunder storm rolled through, keeping me up for about 3 hours. I am not ashamed to tell you that I have never quite grown out of my irrational fear of thunder storms, but I'm getting more used to them the longer I live in NC. During the summers, it's not uncommon to have 3 - 5 thunderstorms a week. I was appalled to see that over the weekend Seattle had much nicer weather than NC, and while I stayed inside in order not to get struck by lightning, my friends back home were drinking margaritas on the beach.
Matt pulled the short straw and has duty today, which is where they spend 24 hours in the barracks, making sure nobody messes anything up. It's pretty crappy, but I have learned that bringing him pizza for dinner helps. The plus side is that he get's the next day off to recover from the 4 hours of sleep they are allotted - and that's if no emergencies happen. But, let's face it, this is the USMC and idiotic emergencies are bound to happen when a bunch of man-children are let loose. I'm being a bit sarcastic here, but not without reason. America's finest militia has a habit of getting into ridiculous situations - like getting compressed screen cleaner blown back at their face and going into cardiac arrest while trying to clean dust from a projector. This actually happened, I have it on the authority of the Marine who had to call 911. And I thought Matt falling off of a helicopter was silly. (I try to bring this up as much as possible because it's just so much fun to tease him about)
After working a 3 day week, Matt gets to go to the range next week for pistol qualification, which is pretty cool, except for the 4am wake up. Luckily there's a weekend full of relaxation and naps between now and then.
I'll leave you now, until next time something happens here in the land of the Hertzogs.
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