We sleep in a twin bed…

Not really – we sleep in a California King-sized bed but it feels like I’m sleeping in my old twin from growing up… why you ask?

The Culprit Juno.

I know what you’re thinking – that little thing? How can a dog that size possibly create an impact…

The evidence.

This is just a tasting of what it’s like sleeping with a puppy. It’s compounded by the fact that she likes to sleep with her head on your pillow oh and she likes to be right next to you so if you scoot away she’s right up on you two seconds later.

Did I mention she snores?

Needless to say, now that she’s making it through the night without having to go outside it’s time to transition her to the floor with Molly.

Sunday night was our first attempt.

Time for bed. Juno hops up onto the bed and curls up in Justin’s spot. Justin puts her down and goes and brushes his teeth. Juno hops up onto the bed and curls up in Justin’s spot again. Justin pushes her to me and says I get to be the bad guy.

So I push Juno off the bed. Two minutes later Justin is in bed and so is Juno. I THINK he put her on the floor (she wouldn’t come near me when I pushed her off) – at that point I was over training the puppy to sleep in her own bed so I don’t know.

 

What I do know is that around 4am Juno and I were in our normal spooning position and I was back to sleeping in a “twin”.

New name – new signature

Well after nearly two months of marriage – I got around to that pesky name-change thing. I’m officially a “Goff” at work but no one told my hand about it…

As part of my job, I have to sign off on ad proofs before they run. I also get to sign off on billing. So... basically if something gets messed up or billed incorrectly there’s a trail of guilt that will always lead back to me.

Perhaps my hand knows this and is trying to go incognito on my behalf? There is another “WT” at the agency… this could be a subconscious way to preserve my sanity (not to mention my job!) if something goes wrong?

I could ponder on the legitimacy of this argument but instead, after five “incorrect” signatures, I decided I just needed to practice my new name...

And I’ve officially regressed to middle-school status…

And with that... I think I'll call it a day.
WT er... WG

Hillbillies no more!

Today was a special day... It was a day marked by sophistication... It was a day marked by grown-upness... It was a day where, after 5 months, we could say we weren't sitting on lawn furniture IN our house.

Yes - it was new couch day!

And it was a glorious day.

Isn't she a beaut?!?!

I call this section the "TV enhancer 3000".

Already, naps seem more restful... sports games more enjoyable (I'm convinced the couch is solely responsible for the Rangers 3rd inning performance)... This couch is going to change the world.

Ok. Maybe not.

But at least we're not hillbillies anymore.

It's October… time for Christmas shopping!

Yes – I know it sounds crazy but for me, October is not really about Halloween. It’s about the hunt – the hunt for the perfect Christmas gift.

Why do I start so early? I hate holiday shopping.

Don’t get me wrong – I love to give gifts but with those holiday shoppers it’s every man for himself. After the one fateful year where I got punched in the jaw over a Barbie for my angel tree gift I called done.

Justin, in typical guy fashion, doesn’t seem to share my passion for knocking out the holiday shopping early. But I think when we’re not out in the bad weather, walking 5 miles from the parking lot only to have to uppercut someone for the last jingle bell sweater (joke) he’ll truly appreciate my over-eager genius.

To give the other eager beavers out there some holiday inspiration here’s some gift ideas:

Who doesn’t love a cutting board shaped like Texas?

We got these for our wedding and they’re perfect for cold weather eats :)

I don’t know what this is or what practical use it really has but it’s fabulous

Last year I did scarves for my girlfriends – cozy and stylish

 

Now get out there and get shopping! After all, you don’t want to miss the 45^th annual rerun of A Charlie Brown Christmas :).