Heather Anne

The problem with being in a four-bedroom house with two dogs when your Amy is gone is that you can't keep your eye on everything. Because she's a kindergarten teacher, Amy has an intrinsic sense of when someone or somedog is trying to pull some sneaky shenanigans. I live in a half-world in terms of reality eighty-percent of the time, so I never know the shenanigans until Scout has swallowed a 9-volt battery.

I've had to quarantine us to my office and the living room because that's the only way I can keep a (half) eye on everything that goes into Scout's mouth. She chewed some carpet yesterday, but hardwoods are going down next week; I didn't wince. Even with the containment, in Amy's absence I've managed to lose my iPod charger, both emergency flashlights, my favorite flip flops, and a CD that Amanda Mae made me. I also bought something called a Pancake Puff off of QVC.

Tomorrow I am starting Ashely's project of recapping the best 25 episodes of television. Abigail, the voice of constant reassurance in my ear, told me it could not be done; told me Ashley would do it better. It shook me, I'll tell you. We'll place the entire blame of the Pancake Puff on her shoulders. I'll go ahead and tell you 25 is The Office, but I'll bet you knew that already.

Amy Sue, we miss you.