I was going to tell you...

I had every intention about telling you about our vacation. I was going to tell you about how Disneyland was amazing and how the kids loved every minute of it. I was going to tell you about the friggin' window-licker that set off the hotel fire alarm on Saturday, waking everybody up, at 7 IN THE MORNING because they BURNT A FLIPPIN' WAFFLE! I was going to tell you about how we had to stand outside for 20 minutes in our pajamas with 3 crying children until the firemen got there because someone BURNT A FLIPPIN' WAFFLE! Eat a bowl of cereal you twit!! I'm not bitter. Sidenote: Some really interesting people stay at hotels.....like the 50something truckdriver with his 20something Craigslist date...if you catch my drift. I was going to tell you about how Mason learned a new word and now calls me a Hoarder. But instead I'm going to tell you what I learned while I was on vacation.

I learned that my dogs must really love me. Yes, its true. And apparently they suffer from severe separation anxiety when I'm not home. I mean, why else would they chew up over $100's worth of toys? Hhhmmm? And I'm sure when they vomited it up all over the house it was because they were so sick to their stomach from missing us. I mean that's what I do when Jordan's gone and I miss him. It's only natural. And heck, now I can get my carpets cleaned...

And why else would they do this...

{Yeeeaahhhh....L-O-V-E}

It's obvious that they were trying to look outside to see if we were home yet. They really do love us. So sweet. So so so effing sweet. Man's best friend my arse. You know when else I learned? That separation anxiety is cured at the boarding kennel.

**ps** just to clear any confusion...we did have a full time sitter for our dogs. we would NEVER leave our animals alone.