Okay, I’m a little late, what with the spending the weekend at my parents house, with additional visitors, (I love you all, but still, ugh), trying to convince a little dog that the world isn’t going to end just because there’s thunder and/or fireworks (ugh. Also: July is a tough month for Lulu), trying to do five days worth of homework in a day and a half (see: spending the weekend with family and friends. Also, ugh) and my washing machine breaking. (expletives considerably stronger than ugh. At least things didn’t flood) So, I hope both of my American readers had a better holiday weekend than I did, and I hope that the one outside the US simply had a good weekend–you know, because it’s Wednesday now…
This is from an advertisement for a local grocery store. I’m choosing to believe that whoever put this ad together knew full well what random quotes do to a phrase, and truly meant those quotation marks around “safe” and “sane”.
After all, “safe” and “sane” fireworks are the best kind, right?
Please, tell me. I don’t remember–I’ve spent the last three Fourth of July’s trying with various degrees of success to peel a nervous little dog from off my face.
I figured something out: If you want to cheer up, you should do something that you enjoyed doing as a kid. Like building a fort.
One of the things that sold me on my condo was these awesome shelves that a previous owner had installed in the bedroom–great storage for books without cluttering up the floor with an actual bookcase. For most of the time that I’ve lived here, I’ve had my bed next to a wall with a short little shelf.
When I thought I was getting a desktop computer, I moved my bed to the wall under the long shelves, and ever since then, I’ve wanted to drape sheets off the shelves to make a fort.
Here’s how my bed normally looks: Notice the beautiful quilt and pillowcase my mom made, and gave me for Christmas. And the totally awesome shelves. And my book collection. Doesn’t this call for a fort?
I went to a thrift store today, and purchased some sheets that were bigger than the twin size I have around my house (That’s not the only reason I went to the thrift store, but since I was there…)
After washing them in hot water, I carefully suspended the sheets, using my books and book ends as weights. This is what I got from the outside:
Okay, so it doesn’t look so great, BUT forts don’t have to look great, right?
The inside is much better, AND has the added benefit of confusing the heck out of shih tzus:
The part you can’t see: When Lulu can’t figure out how to get down, she starts playing with my toes.
My fort even has a TV:
Okay, I admit, I’m about 18 years past the point when people usually stop building forts out of blankets and sheets, but dangit, I haven’t stopped giggling since I started this little project.
I’m going to have to do some experimenting, to make sure that books and bookends won’t come down if the sheets get tugged on too hard. If that works, I’m totally going to leave it up overnight.
* NOTE: I love my dogs. I actually do try to make their lives easier. I don’t confuse them on purpose very often. A confused shih tzu is entertaining, but a content shih tzu is a great cuddler, and I prefer the cuddles.