I don't have an interview this week, and this bloggity blog post is late because I was doing my new Baa Baa Sheepie thing... thing and then there was some other stuffs and things, and, and...
Last week the Musher asked if I wanted to drive down to Montanana with her to drop off Gem to Karen E Minion (all things shippy and packy). Gem will be an agility dog and I can't think of a better career for her, since she lives to jump on things, run through things, stomp on things, leap over things.
So I packed my overnight bag and got in my front seat, and here is our whole trip in one bloggity blog.
Musher: We just left
Bet: That didn't answer my question.
Bet: Look! There's a cloud that looks like a unicorn jumping over a marmoset!
Musher: I can't look, I'm driving.
Bet: It's a shame you missed it, probably never ever ever ever ever happen again... your loss
Bet: Gem, get your feet off the ceiling and stop bouncing around!
Bet: Don't make me stop the truck and come back there, and turn that music down, I can't hear myself think!
Bet: Is it just me or are the trees exactly the same for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles...
Bet: ... and miles and miles and miles and miles..
Bet: Ok, I know we've been driving forever, but did you turn the oven off? I didn't turn the oven off, did you turn the oven off?
Bet: Are we there yet?
Bet: I spy with my little eye something that begins with "T"
Musher: Is it a tree?
Bet: No fair, you guessed it right away, I don't want to play any more
Bet: OOOH MUSHER! It's a baa baa sheepy thing! Let's go herd it!!!
Musher: I don't think those kind of sheepy things like to be herded, Bet.
Bet: Wow, there's more of them, come on! Let's herd them!
Musher: I'm pretty sure they wouldn't like to be herded Bet, those are wild sheepy things
Bet: It's a whole gaggle of sheepie things, and they do look all clumped up, but I say we go herd them any way!
Musher: They have sharp pointy point horns Bet.
Bet: Oh... they do? Well, maybe we can herd them on the way back or something.
Musher: I spy with my little eye something that begins with "M"
Bet: Stop it, I'm not playing that game because you cheat.
Bet: Oh stop pouting, fine... is it Moose? Of course it can't be Moose because that begins with "S" as in Stompy Moose.
Musher: It's Mountain
Bet: HEY! What, I only get one guess and then you ruin the game and tell me... you don't know how to play this game... hey look, there's a mountain!
We finally get there, and drop Gem off with Karen E and then did a little sightseeing before we head back.
Bet: Make sure you get my good side while I'm posing as a dog looking at a mountain
Bet: did you take the picture yet? The wind is blowing my ears back, did you get the picture? Hello???
Musher: What's wrong with my shoes?
Bet: Um... nothing, they're fine... really... totally fine... seriously... no really.
Bet: Ok, let me get this straight, you want me to look longingly into the distance while I lay in the window of some old building... right?
Bet: Nailed it, just take the picture now, this concrete is cold and hard.
Then we drove back and on the way we stopped at Grandmom's house. I love my Grandmom, she's the bestest Grandmom in the whole wide world.
Bet: Um, Musher, we're late for Grandmom's house, just get your coffee and stop drooling on the steering wheel.
We got to Grandmom's house and had a wonderful time. In the morning, Grandmom made me breakfast.
Bet: I love how you ensembled your house Grandmom, the counters really make the place pop!
Bet: I was just wondering if you could talk to your daughter about her choice of footwear... have you seen those things?
Grandmom: Oh I know Bet, but you can raise them, but you can't get them to buy FABulous shoes.
Bet: Yes, I've tried, and I know you've tried... can I have a little more syrup and if you don't mind, can you melt some butter for the pancakes?
Grandmom: Oh, of course, I can't have you eating cold syrup and butter!
Bet: om nom nom... this is perfect Grandmom! At least you did teach the Musher your fantastic cooking skills!
Bet: The warm butter and syrup really makes the pancake, you are the bestest Grandmom!
And then we drove home.