… the feeling I get when I flick on my windshield wipers, and the minivan rocks back and forth.
How to tick off your dog
Treating our dog Rosie to a full belly rub this morning, there was a bump in her fur that felt like a tick. I pinched it with my fingernails and twisted. As Rosie’s yelp quickly indicated, it was not a tick, but a teat.
Nothing says “Good Morning” like a 360-degree teat-twister.
Chemlawn, your services are no longer needed.
During today’s monotony of washing the dishes, Eva burst through the kitchen door and presented me with a handful of clovers, which run rampant all over our backyard. I swooped her up and covered her with kisses. She giggled ecstatically, curls bouncing, and ran back outside.
Next came in Anna, clenching more clovers in her fist. I covered her with kisses as well, added the clovers to a cup (all my vases were too tall), and watched as she ran back outside, door slamming behind her.
After that, they alternated, each bursting back into the kitchen to bestow me with more clovers, one at a time, until the cup could fit no more.
Every time I look at those clovers, my eyes well up with tears. Finally, someone is taking up the task of weed control all over our lawn!
The dog days of summer: seeking refuge from the sun
