This Guy

Jason and I both started new jobs this summer. I'm grateful for the opportunities I had as a General Authority secretary, and I'm REALLY grateful I now have a job that allows me to go to the restroom whenever I want without announcing it to everyone and arranging phone coverage. The first couple of weeks, I felt so reckless leaving my desk to walk down the hall to the recycling bin etc. I'm afraid I've always been a bit of a rebel that way. Jason was jealous of my new-found freedom and decided to take a job as a driver for Fed Ex. He'd gone as far as he could really go at his job and was ready for a new adventure. It's been great so far. He has Monday's off now and we enjoyed a Monday lunch date at J-dawgs. Because nothing kicks off a healthy week quite like hot dogs and Cheetos.

But sometimes I do make healthy (healthier) choices. This summer we canned peaches, pickles, and spaghetti sauce. It makes me happy that my storage room shelves are so colorfully stocked. Jason is a great canning partner. He even does this weird thing at the end called cleaning the kitchen that I haven't seemed to master yet. Jason is a great canning partner. 

Rooney, however, is not. I have one rule at my house. ONE RULE. No pooping near my piano. I was canning peaches early last Saturday morning and Rooney was on his favorite perch on the couch, surveying the neighborhood from our front window. He was going nuts barking, but I was trying to finish the peaches and wasn't paying attention to him. So he did the one thing that will always make me pay attention.

Yep, you guessed it. I was SO mad. Later I realized the neighbors were having a garage sale and Rooney  felt like I needed to know there were lots of cars and people and overall excitement out front. So I get it, but I still wasn't pleased. So much so, that I made Jason pose for this picture at Hobby Lobby later that afternoon. He was really embarrassed and stood still with the sign in front of his face for about half a second before setting it down, making sure no one was watching him from behind, and darting away from the display like the whole thing never happened. But I got my picture. So I was happy. And we all lived to tell the tale.