When I last left you, I was talking about furniture and how my dogs are disgusting. This is perfect, because today I am happy to report that we have furniture and my dogs are slightly less disgusting but still super-stressful, because I am never happy unless something I love causes me anguish. HAHAHA.
Anyway! The new furniture was delivered on Monday, and the first piece off the truck looked wrong. After checking over the paperwork and discussing it with the (very nice) delivery guy, it was determined that yes, in fact, we had ordered a love seat with a center console (you know, a compartment for remote controls and built-in cup holders, because we are nothing if not lazy) but they had shipped us a regular love seat, instead. We’d waited all this time and they sent us the wrong thing! Such first-world problem-having! No matter, they said to keep the wrong piece until they could get us the right one. So sweet of them. And then… once all the pieces were in place (it’s a sectional setup, composed of a couch, corner unit, and love seat) it became clear that if the love seat was any bigger it would be Too Much. Our family room isn’t that large, the new furniture is very… floofy (totally a real thing). So! Yay for the wrong thing that turned out to be right!
Also there has been no stealth-puking from the pups lately (as far as we know…), but a couple of days ago Duncan became decidedly wobbly. This was concerning. I discovered he had an ear infection and began treating that, but yesterday morning he was having so many tremors and so much trouble standing that I was sure he was having a prolonged seizure. We knew Duncan was sickly when we adopted him but I AM NOT READY YET, let’s just say that. Fortunately the vet suggested he may just be really struggling with his arthritis, and gave us some anti-inflammatories to try, and today Duncan is 1000% better. Phew. MAH BAYBEE.
So! Life continues to never be dull. While I was away dealing with all of that and working and such, I also took to Alpha Mom and wrote my most controversial blog post yet. (Hint: It’s about beets. People have strong feelings about beets.) And then after I finished eating my beets (mmmm… beets), I wished I could save my teens from friendship woes with some sort of Borg mind-meld. Still working on figuring that one out.
Yay for happy accidents! Thinking of you, wishing all of you well. Beets taste like dirt. Sorry. True story.
See, I DO NOT UNDERSTAND. “Beets taste like dirt” and “cilantro tastes like soap” are two things I hear from people and I wonder how can it be so different from person to person? Humans are weird.
Hi, Mir! I think the cilantro thing is genetic. I’m one of the “tastes like soap” crowd. Beets tasting like dirt, though, is just a fact. :)
To me, tomatoes also taste like dirt. Cilantro is delightful. Silk smells like fish. Humans ARE weird.
I’ve heard that some people can’t fully break down Cilantro due to a lack of enzymes in their mouth, so it tastes soapy. No idea how true that is. I love cilantro….now Rosemary…..blllleeeeeggh. It tastes like someone dumped a bottle of perfume on the dish to me!
Laura is another to whom cilantro tastes like soap. I have no idea about beets, though – I can’t remember ever having them.
“Cilantro tastes like soap” is a genetic thing (which fortunately I do not have). The kiddo’s science class did an experiment with it, and it was much less prominent when people held their noses, so sense of smell is involved.
“Beets taste like dirt” is just a taste preference (which sadly I do have). I don’t understand why some people do not like delicious sweet winter squash, and they don’t understand why I don’t like beets or brussels sprouts. Live and let live, say I.
I’m glad Duncan’s better. But on the “beets” thing. You had me up until you said “goat cheese”. YUCK! But I will say, I love, love pickled beets! ;)
I always tell people that beets taste like a basement. A delicious, delicious basement. I don’t understand either, but step off, haters, I will keep eating my tasty basement vegetables.
*fistbump*
I like beets well enough to try to grow them, but the two times I’ve tried the greens come up but the beet root itself never develops, so we just eat the greens in salad.
Hi Mir,
Fingers crossed that Duncan stays well, and the medicine works.
I’m not that fond of beets. An occasional bite is okay.
Agree about wanting to save the kids from friendship woes. That is so hard, to witness your loved ones’ hurts and not be able to prevent them.
I’m in the “cilantro tastes like soap” crowd but I love beets – pickled, roasted, any way they come.
Poor Duncan. My 16 year-old Jack Russell suffers from arthritis but meds seem to help.
A hundred years ago (give or take a few decades), my former high school was built on a giant beet farm. Our school mascot was a Beetdigger. Denim overalls, stripey hat, giant beet knife…
But I still find beets inedible. :)
Beets are the best! But they do taste like dirt. But so do radishes. Actually almost all root vegetables taste like dirt a little bit…what from their growing IN DIRT and whatnot.
AND cilantro totally tastes like soap, but only if I am the one chopping it. If someone else chops it, it taste like beautiful happiness.
I’m glad your furniture worked out as is. And I hope your adorable Duncan will be okay, too. I know the stress and worry involved when a pet is sick. I LOVE beets! Know what else I love? Roasted Brussels sprouts tossed with olive oil, sea salt and fresh ground pepper. Amazingly, my son and grandson, who live with me, love them, too. Now, if I could just get my prepared taxes back in the mail today. The tracking number indicates they were delivered, but I haven’t seen them. Nervous much?
I’m glad Duncan is better now. I completely understand your thought of “I’m not ready!” I have set a certain offspring’s needs on the back burner to take care of my own major health needs. Right now, I’m glad I did. I just hope I don’t regret this benign neglect (an oxymoron if I’ve ever heard one) later.
The whole beets thing reminds me of miiiiinnnnnttt!
I used to say I hated beets but honestly, I didn’t know if I did or not. I just assumed I did. But I was at one of the local foodie restaurants last year for a big group dinner and beets were on the menu so I decided to put on my big girl pants and try them. And whaddaya know, I liked them. Turns out that “you should TRY something before you decide you like it or not” thing I’ve been telling my kids is true! Whodathunk?