I've concluded that the outdoor temperature is in direct proportion to the length of our dog's hair. I swear, every time I take her for a grooming, the temperature drops to unseasonably chilly. Every. Time.
The weekend was a hot one, close to 100 on Sunday. I was feeling smug that I'd booked a China grooming appointment for yesterday - perfect timing! It was already getting hot when I took her shaggy self over at around 9 a.m. When I picked her up about 3 hours later, the clouds were moving in, cooling things off nicely. They hung around.
This morning, it was 59 degrees at 5 a.m. - pretty typical. It is now after 10 a.m. and still 59 degrees. I'm wearing long sleeves. Long sleeves! And I feel like I should cover the dog up since I took her coat off.
Anyways, Meego was with me when we pulled up to get the freshly shorn China from Wag 'n' Wash. He says, "When you started bringing China here, I thought it was 'Wag 'n' Wash".
I says, "It is 'Wag 'n' Wash'".
"No", he says, " I thought 'WAGON Wash', like why would you bring a dog to a wagon wash?"
And that reminded me of a few years ago when the kids and I went to get a Christmas tree.
Me: Let's go get a tree
Chaco: Where we going?
Me: Phelan Gardens.
Chaco: Felon Gardens?!?!
Me: Yeah, it's a nice place, what?
Chaco: I don't think we should get a CHRISTMAS tree from Felon Gardens!
Then there was that one "Hat Day" at school:
Wolfgang: Can I have a dollar for Hat Day?
Me: Okay, what's Hat Day?
Wolfgang: We can wear a hat to school if we pay a dollar.
Me: Oh, what does the school do with the money?
Wolfgang: They donate it to charity
Me: "Charity"? There are a lot of charities, that's kinda vague.
Wolfgang: What kind of egg?
... Wait, what?