Why is it when you order cable television they give you a time frame and you get thinking, be ready, 'cause he's going to BE HERE between 8:00 and 10:00 AM! Then he calls and is running late, and finally at 11:45 arrives and does his job... plus as an added bonus I got to hear about his tattoos, his brain aneurysm/spinal tap, his bungee jumping experience, and how many male and female cousins he has respectively, on his mom's and dad's sides of the family.
Well, I'm patient and he was a nice guy... perhaps a bit slow since he mistook the road Division in Grandville for Division Ave in Grand Rapids, making his first appointment this morning extra late. Whoops. Anyway, we are no longer limited to three and-a-half channels, and all with NO RABBIT EARS. The future is NOW!
Meanwhile Killian ripped a claw out her paw by catching it on a baby gate and was bleeding on the unfinished portion of our mudroom (we are halfway done installing the wood laminate flooring in there). Poor doggy. Ron is taking her to the vet this afternoon for a trim (of the remaining claws) and bandaging.
After lunch Lucy fell onto a miniature Poang chair (seriously, she's quite good at walking, but gets a little clumsy when she's tired. I know it sounds like I'm making excuses because wasn't there another recent blog post about her falling on her face? Hmm... I think there was! In all fairness I don't blog about any of the times she walks around all day without injuring herself...), which put a tiny dent in her forehead which was already turning bruise-colored by the time I gave her the Tylenol. The dent is gone, but I think it's going to turn into a big purple bump... cute.