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I’m sorry I won’t be able to visit all you blog hoppers today. I’ll do my best to catch up next week. Ya’ll have fun!

Hair of the Dog

Hair slivers are real.

It’s true ask your hairdresser.

My hairdresser says they get them all the time, and I’m here to tell you, they are just as painful as wood slivers.

Let’s just say I’m sensitive to hairs.

In fact, I’m so sensitive, sometimes my family refers to me as The Princess and the Pea.

You remember that story right? (I had to go re-read it to make sure I told it right). If you’d like you can read it yourself (click HERE), but I’m going to summarize it right now.

A prince wanted to marry a princess but no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t find the one meant for him. One day a princess turned up at his castle and to test to see if she was a real princess the queen placed a pea on the bed frame and covered it with 20 mattresses and 20 down beds. Despite all the cushioning the princess  felt the pea and didn’t sleep all night long, which proved to the queen, king and prince that she was a real princess and they lived happily ever after.

So my story is similar, except I’m sensitive to hair. With two big dogs it seems no matter how frequently I vacuum, there is always hair.

I can feel it when it embeds itself in my skin like a sliver. Like the time we were walking the dogs and I said to Hubby, there’s something stabbing me in my heel. I walked on my tip toes all the way home where he put his head lamp on and extracted the hair.

I can feel them when they lodge themselves in an article of clothing. Pants get them in the seams, shirts get them in the sleeves and bras. Oh My God, the bras! Sometimes I swear the bras themselves are made of hair.

Dog hair.

How can a bra that has just been washed, have hair woven through the fibers? Do you know what it’s like to have a hair stabbing you in the nipple and be unable to find it?

The worst is Sampson’s hair, it is very light in color and often times I can’t find it right away, especially when I’m wearing a beige bra.

True story, I went for a Mammogram one year and the technician said, “You have some dry skin around your nipple, you might want to have that checked.” (TMI?)

I deadpanned back, “It’s nothing, I had a dog hair I couldn’t find.”

Oh yes, I’m like a dog with a bone until I find them. It’s not unusual for Hubby to walk into the kitchen and find me with an article of clothing off, examining it under the light.

“Hair?”

“YUP!”

Luckily I’m the only woman at work so the bathroom is all mine, because I’ve spent a lot of time in there, sitting on the toilet with an article of clothing in one hand and my cell phone with the flashlight feature in the other looking for a dog gone hair.

I do my best to prevent the hair from getting into my clothes in the first place, in fact, Hubby says I’m the only person he knows who lint rollers the INSIDE of her clothes.

One day my four-year old granddaughter was picking at her shirt. I took her shirt off, found the hair and put the shirt back on her. Apparently super powers are herditary 🙂

Do any of you have a problem with hair in your clothes? I’d love to know how you deal with it.

Follow-Up Friday

Tomorrow there will be no Follow-Up Friday as I will be in Nashville and it’s nigh on impossible to get it ready before I leave, but I will have a special post.

Alternative titles: I Have Super Powers

 

 

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I had a moment of panic last weekend when I realized that not only did I need to write the posts for this week, I needed posts for the days I will be in Nashville.

So this week, instead of reading blog posts (which is what I WANT to be doing) I’ve been looking through pictures, blog drafts and news feeds looking for ideas to fill those three days.

Thankfully, I think I have a plan in place, I just hope I have the time to get it done!

The Importance of Rain Gear

Personally, I like walking in the rain.

It’s relatively bug free. That’s a plus with sweet blood like Delilah’s and mine. For some reason we attract bugs like honey does.

Just about nobody walks their dogs in my neighborhood in the rain.

I’ve worked hard with the dogs on getting them past other dogs and we do remarkably well if the dogs are in their yards, but try to walk these two past a dog walking on the other side of the street and you’re risking a dislocated shoulder.

Considering the amount of snow we had this past winter, we’ve been surprisingly lacking in rainfall. I don’t see it as a problem.  Our lakes and rivers are still high from the snow melt off but our meteorologists keep screaming about high fire risk and that IS a problem.

So these weather peeps have been peeping about rain for the last few days. Some areas of the state got it and some areas close near us got it, but we did not. So I was quite pleased when I woke up Tuesday morning to discover it was raining.

Except I don’t have a rain coat.

But Hubby has this light weight gear designed for fishing, so I borrowed his ‘Gilligan’ hat and rain jacket, harnessed up the dogs and headed out the door.  (Oh, you want to see a photo of me in the hat?)

I don’t know about you, but I wear one particular pair of pants when I walk the dogs. (I can’t walk them in my work clothes because Delilah is such a saliva factory that I am continuously wiping my hands.) The problem with these pants is they fit 15 pounds ago.

Fifteen pounds to the plus and your pants might not fit you (or you could have an incredibly bad wedgie or worse…camel toe) but fifteen pounds to the minus and your pants still fit, although they may need a titch of  help staying up.

My pants are so loose, well, I could pull them down without unbuttoning them. Right handy if you need to pee really badly, but not quite so convenient when walking dogs. Especially two like mine, who trip you, wrap you in leashes, step on your feet…well you get the picture.

To ensure I don’t experience an unexpected breeze in my nether region, get arrested for indecent exposure or traumatize some poor child, I have taken to threading my treat bag strap through my belt loops, which helps hold up my pants.

Back to the story. So here I am in Hubby’s ‘Gilligan’ rain hat, with his X-Large rain jacket on walking my dogs.

The jacket works great! It doesn’t get too hot, because the material is light weight and the rain just runs off it. But there is a tiny little problem.

Hubby’s rain jacket is X-Large and I’m not. So the jacket hits my legs just below my hips. As I mentioned, the rain just runs off it, and because of where the jacket is hitting, the rain runs directly on to my pants. Which wouldn’t be such a problem, if the pants weren’t too big to begin with.

Ah, you’re nodding your head, you see the problem I did not anticipate.

Yeah, my legs get soaked from my crotch to the bottoms of the pants. And water on material is heavy. So the weight of the rain on my pants is pulling the pants down but their also sticking to my legs.

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