


I swear I'm not dead mom.
This week is flying by and I keep looking down to make sure that my pants are still on. I have a lot to get done each week and my blogging is going to suffer.
I think Amy should take up my slack and post every other day to calm the masses.
While juggling it all I have the three dogs to watch over while the truck driver is off killing Bambi.....or an antelope. The German Shepard....that I like to call ding dong, is very excited all of the time. Hes never allowed to get on the couch, and now I know why. But he is very suportive of my studdying, and thinks that if he shoves his head as tight as he can behind my back, maybe I wont see him.
The weekend at the spa was amazing. There are only a few pictures, due to my forgetfulness of packing the camera every day, and the lack of anyone letting me bring it into the spa. Which is kind of sad, because I would have loved to have taken a picture of the massage therapist that I sort of got molested by during my treatment. The Swiss love me....even the women.