I don't know about you, but my weekend rocked.
After a rowdy day at the lake, a 4-day smorgasbord of delicious food, an afternoon of shopping with my mother at baby stores, a few rounds of Wii, a movie with the family, a minor league baseball game, 2 nights of backyard fireworks and several hours on the back porch laughing until I cried I am worn out.
July 4th 2008 truly set a new benchmark for Family Fun. Curiously though, somewhere in the middle of all of that excitement and laughter, my mother convinced us to leave Jake at their house. In Austin. All week.
They're going to see us again on Saturday and return him at that time (I hope) but right now I can't figure out how she talked us into this. I don't even remember agreeing to it actually. All I know is that when we left their house this morning, my parents looked like they had just won some kind of prize.
He'll be well taken care of. My mother has a plastic bag in the fridge labeled "JAKE" that contains delectable scraps of meat that she has meticulously saved just for him. He'll likely get daily walks and she'll open the front window just for him so he can bark at the neighborhood children and UPS man.
Dad will take him outside to chase the deer at dusk and then shower him with milk bones afterwards in a game they've created called "Go Find It" which consists of hiding pieces of milk bone around the house for him to hunt while we watch him frantically run around the living room for the treats. (It's actually pretty funny.)
Actually, after a week of all that pampering and attention I hope he wants to come back home.
Wait. That's part of their plan isn't it? Dammit.