that is NOT a choice

when i got home from work today....
i was quite excited to see my flake
and check my email
and kiss flake's precious face
and log onto blogger
and talk to flake
and blog stalk everyone....
....
that was....
until dz was nice enough to bring me her newest find

now a little background might be needed
ever since flake moved in...with dz and turbo in tow
(we're coming up on 8 months of being married...yay!)
i have been in constant shock at the difference i have seen in my life
granted it has only been 8 months....and i know i am in store for much much more!

learning that pop corn isn't always an acceptable dinner
or ice cream isn't always an acceptable breakfast
are two very huge adjustments that i am having to deal with

learning to share a bed with someone is hard
but learning to share a bed with someone, plus an animal
(either a cat or a dog....depending on the day)
is a whole different story

learning that turbo feels that i should follow her schedule ....
is a very hard struggle that i deal with every morning!
that cat feels that i should stop getting ready
to feed her
i say that eventually she will learn that i do things in my own time and order
flake says....she wont learn that...she is a cat, and cats demand things to be done in their time....
either way...

another hard thing that i have learned....
dz finds weird things to chew on....
and is too not so smart to hide the fact that she is chewing things....because she brings her "finds" to you....as if to say...look what i found!!!
the dog loves to chew on any and all tissues or dryer sheets that she finds....
the dog loves to chew on plastic bottles
the dog loves to chew on a tube of tooth paste more than i can explain (and after having to induce vomiting this summer because of that....we now are quite sure to hide the toothpaste)
the dog loves to chew on hair brushes
.....
knowing her obsession for chewing....
we make sure that she has at least one nylabone when ever she is out of her crate

so this afternoon, when i was checking my email
and on my way to blog staling....
dz was on the floor beside me chewing away....
i happened to hear the chewing and thought to myself....
that doesn't sound like her bone...
i looked down to see her looking oh so proud
to be chewing on her newest toy

she was oh so happy to have found whatever it was she was chewing on
at first i was like....
.....whatever.....
then i felt i needed to take a closer look.....

i began to get anxious
then nervous
then sad
then i started yelling
no...no....no....NO....NO ..... NO....NO
she was chewing on the earring box for my pearls....
and my pearls....had been in there....
but not any more!
i went from anxious, nervous, sad to FLIPPING out!
flake....heard me yelling and turned off the shower to figure out what was wrong....
i ran into the bathroom,
hysterical
with the box in one hand
and only one earring in the other....
by the time he had gotten out of the shower....
i was beyond upset....
after finally finding the other earring
and finally calming down
i was able to realize that she didn't mean to upset me....
(but boy did she ever!)

*only after the earrings had been rescued did dz get the box back....for picture's sake! :)
and on another note....
flake told me over dinner that a few days ago, dz had brought him to earring box....empty....
(or so he thought)
and he just took it from her and put it back on the dresser.....
i guess the girl just wants some accessories! :)