1. Do ya’ll watch Duck Dynasty? On this weeks episode, they were talking about this jerky that Willie ordered from Africa or something….and then they tried to make deer jerky using meat that had a bit of an “egde” on it already. So the common theme of the episode was….what’s that smell? We watched it just before going to bed. Fast forward a fews hours…everyone sleeping peacefully, and I start having dreams about that episode! It’s replaying in my head and when they say “what’s that smell?”, I can really smell it! Smell-o-vision? No, not quite! I can really smell it. Now I’m thinking what IS that smell, and I’m slowly drifting into consciousness. I get just to the cusp of waking when I realize (a) I was dreaming, and (b) there really IS a smell! Eyes fly open….oh my gosh WHAT IS THAT STENCH?!! I throw on the light looking for a giant pile of diarrhea or something on the floor! J wakes up totally confused. I ask, “you smell that?”, and of course…”smell what?” Well no pile of poo, so light goes back out and I try to erase the gnarly putrid gas cloud smell by holding my freshly laundered bedding to my nose. Thank goodness for Gain! So…if you have ever been to my house, by now I’m sure you have deciphered what that smell was….Hoya’s (my boxer’s) gassy ass!! It was so gross! And although J said he didn’t smell anything at the time, (it was like being in a gas chamber…you only smell it for a minute then get acclimated. eww!) J walked out of the bedroom in the morning to head to work, and came back in to grab something he had forgotten and he said it was like a wall of stink! He said he could smell it seeping out under the door into the hallway! *gag* Dog gas so bad that it trickled into my dream and woke me from a drug induced sleep (and I have a raging cold that is accompanied by a stuffy nose…so you know it was bad if I could smell it!). I brought the trusty can of Febreze air freshener to bed last night! Pee-eww Hoya! (It should be noted that we don’t feed our dog anything weird. They are all on strict diets of all-natural, high quality, grain-free dog food, and they don’t get table scraps. Hoya had developed colitis {a common problem in Boxer dogs} a few weeks ago and he has been heavy on the gas since. So, although Hoya always has the capability of emptying a room, an event such as this is not a common occurrence and should not be taken as an example of his regular flatulence.)

2. Before we left Phoenix, I went into the Safeway grocery by my house, to the Starbucks hidden within, and purchased my “Arizona” Starbucks mug. I purchase many mugs this way…see it, like it, buy it. Nothing special. I have a cabinet full of mugs that don’t match. I picked them up somewhere along the way because I liked the color, or design, or maybe I just needed a mug at the time. And I’m not a huge coffee drinker either. Or at least, I never have been. I mean, I drink it, but I’m not one of those people that can’t start my day without it. When it’s cold outside I like to have a warm cup of coffee or tea, but it’s not an everyday occurrence to me. When I want it, I would just grab a mug and have a cup. Lately though, I have noticed that I grab this mug, and if this mug is not in the cupboard, then I look for it. *Revelation* I have a favorite mug! When did that happen? It reminds me of one of my favorite movies “The Family Stone”, in which Diane Keaton’s character, the mother, has her favorite mug! I’m sure people around the world have favorite mugs, but they generally are die-hard coffee drinkers, and/or…old. Old enough to have adult children. So….*sigh* I’m blaming it on the coffee.