Comic relief

Sunday morning, as I finished getting ready for church, Glory (she-devil-puppy) ran by with something in her mouth. I chased her, and got the item out of her mouth. I complained about her as I walked back into the bathroom. I grabbed my hairspray and turned to explain to Jeff what the dog did as I sprayed.

The problem was I had 2 cans on my sink.

Guess which one ended up in my hair?




Yep! Kaboom foamtastic, sprays on blue and turns white when it's done.

Me, with a blue head 10 minutes before I was supposed to walk out of the door. I panicked because I didn't know if it had bleach in it. I ran to the sink and sprayed my hair down. Dried it well, completely relieved it wasn't yellow. I went to church looking like...well, I guess looking like my head had just been sprayed with toilet bowl cleaner.

It really was funny, but I've got to pay attention to what I'm doing. That is incredibly difficult when that puppy is running around. She's like a chewing, four legged, terror toddler. Then, at least once a day, she gets really sweet and cuddles up. What's a girl to do?

Glory's last two days also included:

Eating my shoe.




Getting tangled in the Christmas tree lights. Thank God she didn't run!




Pulling Sarah's painting off her desk, walking through it, and then all over the bed.








That dog is trouble, I tell ya. T-R-O-U-B-L-E!

She's also some much needed comic relief sometimes.