If you came to my house today...A carnival hosted by
La Vida Coffee Gal!
You'd see Annie, our welcoming committee. Murphy, the nearly teenaged Dachshund, has decided to defer salutatory greetings. At least most of the time, leaving all of the howdy-dos to Annie. This photo is how I would
like you to see Annie when you come to the front door. Nice and calm. Sweetly in her crate. Well behaved. However, she sees any visitor's arrival as her gilded invitation to bolt out the door as fast as possible. She's a dog with a mission: She's got to get out quickly so she can run to the neighbor's house and eat as much cat s*** as she possibly can before I run out after her with treats and the (inane) offer of a car ride to get her to come home. Apparently cat excrement is THAT good. But let's move on.
You would then be greeted by a semi-cluttered kitchen and the offer of some coffee, tea
or me, or a little snack. In an attempt to focus your attention from the dog hair on the floor and the cluttered counter tops, I would show you my first EVER avocado seed plant. Holla!
Barb from A Chelsea Morning gave a tutorial on growing these last summer, I think, and I've tried forty-five different times, to no avail. Voila. As I write, the stem is now about 3 inches. Holla, again!
Now if I had advanced warning of at least 15 seconds, I might shut the door, so that you wouldn't be greeted by this: A washer and dryer. Actually, no...Just my daughter's sleeping bag and various and sundry items. You see, it's much easier to put the sleeping bag in the laundry room than to stuff it back into its bag. And yes, i see the clean sports bra hanging to dry on the door knob. Classy.
Lastly, you might see this creature. You might even hear the sound of its little voice, saying, "Gretchen...come back to me. Come back!"
And so I must get busy. Because if i have non-virtual company, I would like things to look at least a tiny bit nicer. Pull the dust wool ever so slightly over the eyes, so to speak.
I know...I'll light a candle. Nothing says tidy like a candle.
Thanks, Kellie. This was fun. Be sure and visit Kellie's site and the other carny folks' blogs today.
19 comments:
I'm visiting from Kellie's carnival...thanks for welcoming me into your home. If I was to come for a real visit....I would be very impressed by the avocado plant and hug all over your dog.
People in the skin ... I remember that. How nice was that .... !
To visit with you would be awesome, love you.
I enjoyed my visit to your house today because...
I've actually been there.
And I cannot wait to go there again.
Poop eating dogs and sports bras on door knobs?I'd feel right at home!
Although I must say, I had to pray over cvetousness because of your front loading washing machine and your Dyson.
Is that sick or what?
Love you.
The dog looks familiar!! We have a golden who takes the opportunity to "greet" visitors by wildly shaking her entire backside with a ball in her mouth--surely every human who comes in the door wants to throw the ball for her!
Enjoyed my visit to your home!!
All I see now are visions of a purple Dyson........
and maybe feeling a little better about our own poop eating dog. I thought something was wrong with him! I hate that I said poop.
:)
O Mom, I won't tell anyone you said the p-word. ;)
I wish I were coming over TODAY! I would pretend I didn't see the bra, would help you bribe your s*faced dog into coming home, and would kick back and chat you up for a jillion hours.
xo
The bra made me laugh out loud. And I laughed again at your Dyson because I remember when you ran over the dog's excrement with it. Oh my gosh...gross!
You are so entertaining, G. And I totally mean that to be punny.
See...this just makes me happy.
Because everyone should have bras drying on doorknobs and fuzzballs and poop eating dogs.
Because it makes us all normal.
Or it makes us all crazy.
Which if the case...we're in good company, I suppose.
xoxoxox
I'm jealous that you have enough ta-ta's to fill a sports bra. I'd be sporting it from the door if I did....
Thanks for letting me in...
All I can say is that there was a clean floor around the vaccum. I am going to have to go find my poor vaccum, that is calling me for help, because it is hidden under the clutter of our life.
Thanks for the laughter... after all, it's the best medicine! :)
As Kellie mentions, I'd be right at home, too, with cat-poop-eating dogs and bras on door knobs.
This was fun, if not just a little sad because I wish I could pop on over for a quick visit. *sigh*
If I came to your home, I would first hug you for being real about your messy home, then slap you for lying because it's not all that messy, and then compliment your molding.
Dogs will be dogs. Gross and disgusting and yet still loveable. Go figure.
Fun, fun!!! I'll have to go check out the other participants!
(Hope you are having a wonderful week so far!)
Loved this :-) BTW I've been to Mt. Rushmore and Yellowstone and both are oh so worthy of being on your list. Loved seeing that you want to play piano enough for Christmas carols - a worthy goal - I still remember touring a home and seeing the lady's HUGE bra hanging on a hook in the master bedroom closet - we bought the house maybe from sheer admiration!
"Classy". Love it... and you! You are just the burst of sunshine I needed this morning. I always think, "I wish she lived next door" afetr stopping by here:-)
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