Yesterday I caught her gnawing the edge of the family room rug.
She will chew on anything, obviously. I think the poor baby will feel a lot better once she has some chompers, either that, or I am going to have holes in my rug.
Will and Keegan went out of town together for a little "overnighter" to see the cousins. Maren and I stayed home. I have not gotten out of my pajamas. I dressed Maren, though, and took her pictures to practice with our new camera.
However, I am worried that I might have early on-set agoraphobia because it was even hard for me to take the garbage out. Really this had more to do with the fact that I was still in my pajamas and one of my students lives across the street, and his bedroom faces our house. I get paranoid that he's texting his classmates: Dude Mrs. Williams just came out with garbage. Total wreck. UGH. Here's pic. And then I get back on Monday and there's all these snickers and "Nice pj's" when I am trying to start class. It's the only downfall to living in the attendance area.
The upside is I can march over there at any time and say: "Dude, your writing seriously needs some work. Why don't I just sit here with you and teach you about helping
verbs?" And he knows I'll do it, so he'll probably leave me alone.
So I haven't gotten out of my pajamas, I have taken about 1000 pictures of Maren, I cleaned the house well enough that if someone does NOT use their white glove test, they will think it looks clean, and I watched an old movie.
I LOVE Old movies. This is my super secret. And now it's out.
I especially love Alfred Hitchcock movies, but any old black and white thriller will do.This weekend was Witness for the Prosecution with Tyrone Power and Marlene Dietrich, who I am convinced was not just German, but had a speech impediment. She sounded like Elmer Fudd!! Anyway, it's an Agatha Christie play turned film and I WILL NOT tell you the ending, in case you want to watch it. I vaguely remembered the ending, as I had read the play when I was in my Agatha Christie phase many years back. (Another super secret, and one that I did NOT put on my Match.com page because YES I did want to meet hot guys, thus ensuring that I would meet Will and get married, have children and live happily ever after, so just shut up.)
Will did not know my super secret about old movies until we got married, and when he catches me watching one, he just cocks an eyebrow, says something like, "Good movie, Agnes?" and clomps back downstairs to watch Rambo, so it seems to be working out okay.
Well Maren is back to chewing and rolling, so I had better go take care of the puppy that I gave birth to 7 months ago.
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