Bowser...and other crazy things.

Heeeeeere's Bowser!

I have to say, Noah...Bowser looks a lot bigger in person! Maybe we can take a picture of him next to Aria and Happy to really get a comparison. :)

So here is a crazy story about little dogs causing big trouble:

It all started with my kitchen light bulb. As light bulbs sometimes do, it burned out. So I took the glass cover off to change it. When the cover was off, I noticed that it needed to be cleaned, so I set it by the kitchen sink. The phone rang, so I left the kitchen to find my phone. While on the phone, Happy decided that this would be a fantastic time to jump onto the kitchen counter and lick my soup bowl clean. She was right. Just as she was finishing the last lick, I walked into the kitchen and exclaimed, "Happy! No!" She was afraid, and she stumbled, running straight off the counter, knocking over the glass light cover and the butter dish. I tried to catch the light cover, but missed, and watched it shatter with an incredible SMASH! Happy skittered away, and I stepped in the butter. Glass was everywhere. And yes, I mean everywhere. It had even shattered all the way into the shag rug of the living room. I was afraid the dogs would step in the glass, so I pawed my way out of my butter-smeared socks, grabbed my dogs by the necks, and shooed them into their crate.

They were safe. My socks, however, had suffered a major defeat. Butter, 1, Socks, 0.

I put on flip flops and began the process of cleaning up about 6 trillion pieces of glass. I vacuumed the rug, swept the floor, washed the floor...and then realized that I hadn't gotten under the kitchen table. It was hard to get, so I thought it would be best to pull the table from against the wall.

By the way, sitting on my kitchen table was our 10-gallon class fish tank.

What I didn't know was that all summer, the weight of the fish tank must have slowly caused a crack to form in one of the wooden legs of the table. When I pulled the other table edge, that was the last straw. The table leg creaked and cracked almost all the way off.

Almost.

I caught it. I put all my weight on the good end, preventing a 10-gallon tidal wave that probably would have resulted in the death of all 4 fish.

So there I am, hanging on my table, unable to move. My table was a dangerous see-saw, with me on one end, and a fish tank on the other. One slip from me, and the fish tank would win. I contemplated yelling for my neighbor, who lives on the other side of my kitchen wall. But I didn't want to look any crazier than I already looked, so I decided I could solve this problem on my own. I figured if I used my foot to hold down the good end of the table, I could use my arms to pull the fish tank towards me, putting the weight of it over the strong, unbroken table leg.

It worked. I thanked my lucky stars. I even thanked my unlucky stars, as well as the planet Saturn, just for good measure.

Sooooo...since I needed to somehow get the fish tank off of the kitchen table, and my buff muscles were not buff enough to lift it, I had to empty 7 of the 10 gallons from the tank. This is why anyone driving down my street at 9:00 at night probably saw me dumping water off of my porch while in my pajamas and wearing no socks.

The end of this story is that we will finally have the fish tank in our class. For those of you who are excited, you can thank a blown out light bulb, and a little dog who only wanted a little lick of soup.

The. End.