Snuggle buddy

Remington's prefered location. Of course, if you are mindless enough to cross your legs while sitting on the couch, he also enjoys impaling himself on your foot as a gentle reminder that he would liked to be petted.

Lo Country Boil

It was staged, I swear!

Sunny Savannah

I just got back yesterday night from six days in Savannah with my sister, brother-in-law, and beagle nephew. On Wednesday, we went downtown in the afternoon to enjoy the sights and sounds of Savannah -- a historical carriage tour, a self-guided walking tour, a house tour of the Mercer-Williams House (of Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil fame), dinner on the river, and of course, a stop by Uncle Billy's new gorgeous house. Downtown is really lovely with old stately homes (including Sherman's!), unique architectural details, and city-block parks that were in early spring bloom. The weather that day was among the nicest all week, and we were able to wear short-sleeves and shorts or skirts and stay comfortable until it got breezy. I was pleased to meet the founder of the city, James Oglethorpe, as well as good-old Pulaski, of Pulaski Day fame, who died at the Battle of Savannah and hence has his own statue there.

Overall, the city has a distinct feel to it, unique from Charleston but with some of the same sensations. Most importantly, Laura and her husband seem to really enjoy it, and I can always use more relatives in warmer regions!

Ahh, spring

I returned home from Savannah yesterday, after a five-hour layover in Atlanta (which made me happy the baby is still so easily placated, what with it being in my womb and all), to find snow on the ground and more coming down. When I woke up this morning, it was still snowing. Spring, indeed.

While gone, Lucy managed to excrete various bodily fluids in the apartment while Wes was downstairs exercising (do you think it's fair for a man to go on and on about how he's losing weight as his wife helplessly, albeit joyfully, expands?). In addition, she attacked our jade plant while it was sunning in the window -- which it's done before -- knocking it out of the pot, tearing out the middle stalk, and chewing on the plant. I'm shocked it didn't make her sick or worse. I'm not confident the plant will survive and am saddened as this was one of our heartier plants.

The deed is done

Wes called this afternoon to report that Lucy has returned home from the vet, sleepy but seemingly in good spirits. He says her teeth look better, her nails are shorter, and he's not really sure yet if her breath is normal. He didn't want to get too up close and personal with her mouth as it's evidently very sore. He's off to a work event tonight and is leaving Lucy in her crate for a well-deserved rest.