You ain’t nothin but a houndog… August 31, 2006
It’s been a rough week in the Manes household.
I am sick sick sick. It started in my throat and has worked its way into my whole head. My eyes are barely open right now. It’s pretty awesome to get sick during a crazy work week that ends with you trying to get out of town for the weekend. I feel like death.
Aaron is out of town for a work conference that could be really good for him but also has the potential to be really awkward. He left this morning with high hopes, but who knows what spirit he’ll be in when it’s all said and done. Any trip where you have to share a room with a coworker is a little scary.
But here’s the worst part. Miles is hurt. Hurt, y’all. Poor little guy. The vet said he’s got muscle strain in his back left leg. He’s moving really slowly and he can’t jump at all. We have to pick him up to put him on the sofa or the bed, and if he jumps down he’s stuck until we can help him back up. It breaks my heart. His little face looks so sad all the time anyway, but when he’s actually sad it’s much worse. Or maybe he’s okay and I’m just a big wimp. That is a definite possibility.
On the bright side, we’re headed to Hot Springs this weekend to hang with my family. We’ve rented a condo on a lake and are just going to hang out for a few days. I haven’t seen my parents since Steffanie’s wedding in April, and even then it was only for a few hours, so I’m really excited to spend some time with them. We have big plans to do a whole lot of nothing… my dad wants to check out the bath houses, but that’s all that’s on the schedule.
When Aaron and I were dating, we would meet in Hot Springs instead of buying plane tickets to Dallas or Nashville. I don’t remember much about the city, but one thing really stands out: the wax museum. What possessed us to go to a wax museum in Hot Springs I will never know. It was creepy. Really creepy. Dark and narrow and smelly. We walked in, and the first figure was of Elvis. We go around the corner, and there’s Bill Clinton, but he kind of looks weird. Then we see Dolly Parton. Her face is a little funny. It takes us a few more figures to realize what the problem is – they all look like Elvis! They have different hair and clothes, but the faces are all the same.
We’ll probably avoid the wax museum this time around, and hopefully I’ll be feeling better by the time we head out tomorrow afternoon. I’m looking forward to a weekend away.
Even if I have to go to the land of a thousand Elvises to get it.