It's been a few days.

It’s been a productive week. G helped me stain the deck on Tuesday and I just moved all the furniture and plants back in place last night. I actually really missed using the deck while it was drying. I’ve become so accustomed to having it as another room in the house that it was a noticeable absence in my daily life. We also cleaned the house (mostly) yesterday. It’s a sad thing when I become so busy that I can’t find time to sweep the floor.

The other night, the boys called a house meeting. We gathered in G’s office and Flex tabled a proposal that every Tuesday should be topless day. We would call it Topless Tuesday and once you enter the house, you must remove your top. After sufficient rolling of eyes and heavy sighing, I voted against the idea but was unable to scrape enough votes together for a tie (being that there is only one of me and two of them). Fine lot of good democracy does me in this house where to two menfolke are each other’s Yes Man. Every time this happens I claim no fairsies and they inform me that I’m lucky I even have a vote as they were thinking originally that sufferage is stupid and probably illegal. G pointed out that we should bring the vote back to its origins in the hands of men of status. I pointed out that in the original democracy, Flex wouldn’t be considered a man of status as he owned no land and G wouldn’t have been considered a man because he is Asian. Therefore, none of us would be granted the vote, this proposal would never have been made and there would be no Topless Tuesday. And on that note, I left the room.

Phew! Narrowly escaped. No one would ever want to come visit on Tuesdays if they had to stare at my saggy old tits the whole time. Gah!

In other news, Gana did it again. I’m sure many of you know the story of Morgana and G’s jerky bag (by far, one of my favourite stories of all time). Well, we returned from our constitutional on Wednesday morning to find G’s carefully misplaced jerky bag ripped open and devoid of meat on the bean bag. He had snacked on it while watching a video the night before and left it on the couch. G immediately suspected Aldina, but I argued that Morgana was a more likely suspect. I then gave them the breath test and determined that it was Morgana with jerky breath. G immediately began with the stomping of feet and shaking of fists. This, he declared, is Gana’s second strike. If he ever catches her eating his jerky without his express permission again, well… enough said. *rolls eyes* Of course, it has nothing to do with him leaving food that he readily shares with the dogs on a regular basis so that they come to think of the bag as partly theirs in bad places where they are easily accessed by bright little minds and nimble little paws. Nope. Nothing to do with that. *shakes head*

Okay, I’m off to my constitutional.

Tunes

I was just lying out on the deck with Flex and the puppies listening to the David Lee Roth concert at the Lane County Fair. He sang almost all Van Halen songs. I’m surprised. I wasn’t expecting that, what with legalities, etc. It was quite enjoyable. I came in to change into my night shirt. I think I shall retire back to the deck and just be one with the trees.