I now interrupt this blog for an urgent punky report:

So I was a little distracted last week, but didn't want to write about it until I knew all was well. Punky got sick last week. Okay, so now most dog owners would shove off the doggy throw up and exhaustion as nothing, or 'well she probably ate something she shouldn't have', but
a. we are paranoid
b. Lucy.


So I'm sorry, we have a bit of a reason to be paranoid - and to make things even creepier, it was the 1 year anniversery of Lucy's death. And my puppy was sick. Needless to say, I was a wreck. She was at the doggy hospital for 2 days, she got some fluids, and was proclaimed to have the 'Dog Flu'. She has very slowly gotten better, had a few more bumps in the road, but I think she's out of the woods now. A few more days of bland food and medication and she should be fine. Seriously, I am raising a child.



On a lighter note, Stacy got married this weekend! For some reason, the whole weekend seemed very much like Father of the Bride to me. While we were setting up on Saturday I felt like Fronk, telling people what to do and running around like a chicken with my head cut off. When I said my last goodbye to Stacy just before she walked down the aisle, I looked at her and cried. And then, at 9:45pm last night, when I got her voicemail telling me she was at the airport ready to leave for her honeymoon in Europe, but just wanted to say goodbye - I felt like the final scene where the dad just misses seeing his daughter leave but then...at the very last minute - stacy picked up her phone, and I got to say goodbye too - as did Steve Martin to his daughter. Okay, so Stacy's not my daughter, but whatever!

So here's to you Mr. and Mrs. Vossberg -- lots of love!