Can't Have Anyone Over Syndrome
Main Entry: cha·os
Etymology: Latin, from Greek -- more at GUM
1 obsolete : CHASM, ABYSS
2 a often capitalized : a state of things in which chance is supreme; especially : the confused unorganized state of primordial matter before the creation of distinct forms -- compare COSMOS b : the inherent unpredictability in the behavior of a complex natural system (as the atmosphere, boiling water, or the beating heart)
3 a : a state of utter confusion b : a confused mass or mixture
Mirriam-Webster's Online Dictionary
I don't know what I'm thinking. I suppose my house doesn't have enough chaos for me. I've only got a adult son, a teenage boy, 4 cats inside, 1 cat outside, and King Louis the First and Last, the ADHD dog. All is calm and peaceful here. I wouldn't lie to you. Much.
Perhaps I've gone over the deep end. Maybe I'm just insane. Then again, maybe I can blame it all on Vu. I think she's getting even with me for this by sending this to live with me.
Vu claims that Sgt. Hubby (I just realized that I don't know Sgt. Hubby's rank. To me everyone is a sgt. I grew up thinking every man's first name was Sargent. So if Sgt Hubby is actually Maj. Hubby, forgive me and just chalk it up to being a very old Army brat.) is being transferred and they can't take Ruthie with them. That's what she says. I'm sure this is a plot to get revenge. Vu swore she would.
We brought Ruth home Friday for a trial run. We weren't sure how she and Louie would get along or how Ruthie would react to the cats. Ruth is a beautiful well mannered Boston Terrier. Except when a cat hisses at her. Then she found out that the cats would run. Four cats, all in different directions! What FUN! Until the mean lady made her lay down on her pillow.
So it looks like Vu's revenge is complete and Ruthie is a part of our family. Just remember Vu, there's still time for me to get some more fantastically flattering shots of you.