I just wrestled my dog. Oliver hates having his nails clipped and I hate doing it. I'm so afraid I'll hurt him; then, I end up pinning him down to get it done already.
Today is the 16th anniversary of the Not Stacy-Not Don nuptials. I'm about to wrestle myself down to clip my own nails, file them even, and get dressed to go to Hibiscus for our anniversary dinner.
Throughout our marriage, Not Don and I have each adopted certain chores as our own. One of mine is the nail care of kids and dogs. In fact, in sixteen years, Not Don has never clipped any nail of any child or pet in this household. I have never changed furnace filters. At the rate we're going, I'll never have to.
I started this blog in February 2010 as a Lenten exercise in discipline. I posted something daily during Lent, whether I had anything interesting to say or not.
I also pledged to myself that I would dance each day during Lent. I walked away from the blog for much of the five years since. I'm inching back.
I am mistakenly called Stacy on a frequent basis by people I've just met, and sometimes by people I've known for awhile. I am Not Stacy.