Sam vs. Tea

Last night Sam got under the table, tipped it when I tried to get him out, and spilled my tea. I wasn't a happy camper. With the possibility of us having kids and the four dogs, one cat, I am not sure whether I can handle it or not. I will try but last night was just way tooo stressful for me. It didn't help things for my husband to tell me earlier in the day that Belle was too old to train. I guess that just started the stress and depression. If he doesn't think she is trainable, what will happen when we have a baby? Panics-ville for me.

Extra Fish for Dinner

Today my dear husband grilled on his new Weber grill. He went to Publix, bought too much cod, and we called friends to see who would be able to come over for dinner. Uncle Goldens was able to come over, right after he sold his motorcycle. The guys had a good time, talking over the grill, enjoying the back porch.

Dinner was good. Blackened grilled cod, steamed veggies (zuchinni, squash, bell pepper) tossed with cream and parmesan cheese. Yum! Conversation ranged from motorcycles to drug dealers, government, family, and more politics.

Harry was the bad dog of the evening. He has a terrible habit of bumping people's elbows for attention. Well, sometimes his timing is terrible. He bumped Uncle Goldens and made him spill his drink as well as break his glass. Oh well, guess that means another trip to TJMaxx for me. :) Good thing it wasn't our fine crystal.