Opposable Thumbs

I'm sick again and in addition to all that goodness I had a cocktail self pity hour.  It's times like today, when I'm tired and sick and feeling awful that I really want for someone.  Like, how great, if I had come home today and instead of jumping, Randi and Earl would have brought in the wood, helped Sarah start the fire (because who would trust those two with matches), then brought in more wood, made dinner, brought it to me and then got up and changed the DVD when I was ready.  That would have been ideal.  That would have been comforting, but in addition to all of the above I had to play musical dog while they figured out who was going to sit most closest to me or on top of me, then throw them off of me when it was time to get more wood or change the DVD, then play musical chairs again.  If only they had opposable thumbs. Or could weed.  This would solve so many problems.

In other news, I thought that Sarah was ready to go on to the big dog park in the sky yesterday.  First, it was freaking cold and crazy windy.  The type of windy where the carts were doing their marching band impression across the WinCo parking lot.  The type of windy where I woke up hoping the pool and the roof were still around.  Also, it snowed a bit- and if it wasn't snowing it was raining.  Cold and miserable.  Enter me, sick, home at 7 pm after 12 hours.  I thought for sure everyone would be dying to get in the house.  Everyone but Sarah that is.  She didn't even come out of the garage.  So I braved the cold, walked out and drug her into the house.  She was having none of it and walked right back out when I opened the door for Randi.  She wouldn't even come in when we went to bed.  I got to thinking that maybe she knew she wanted to move on and didn't want to be in the house, so then I got worried and drug her into the house again about 10PM.  As it turns out,  I think that she was just being Sarah, because today's she's fine and back to snoring on her bed.