so did i tell you in the midst of all the chaos with putting the house on the market and el Jefe' moving a portion of our family North (specifically the portion being him), i had a work trip planned to San Diego that the whole family was going to enjoy. we enjoyed it, but it wasn't exactly "per plan". lately my motto is, "at least we have a plan." things rarely go as planned, but at least we have one, right?
so we drove to San Diego thursday. i had one more category of nominations to read for my company's awards program. el Jefe' ended up driving the entire way there because i finished reading and ranking nominations within the San Diego city limits. we checked into our hotel with no spare time for a shower, but i did iron a shirt. el Jefe' ended up going shopping with Punkin as all he had were holey jeans, t-shirts, and a couple of flannel shirts. never dull.
friday i was in meetings all day. el Jefe' and Punkin had lunch with Punkin's godfather, el Jefe's cousin, and her 4-year-old daughter who is buds with the Punkin. we had dinner together at my company function, where Punkin was the youngest participant by two decades, but he behaved like a champ! up at 5 am saturday morning to drive back, pick up the dogs from the vet/kennel, and get the U-Haul.
the 5 am saturday morning part worked per plan.
the U-Haul wasn't where it was supposed to be. el Jefe' eventually picked it up about two hours later than the plan. he loaded it early sunday morning.
the part about the dogs was fine until i have spent hours the past two mornings cleaning up doggie diarrhea out of the new cleaned carpets. Abby is not going to make it. she's not eating or drinking, i think she has a cut on her foot, and yet she spews stains out of her butt.
but nothing is as sad as this sight.
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