The Fever is not for more cowbell . . .

Being sick over the weekend is just plain silly. I mean, c’mon: it’s the two days out the week where I can maybe sleep in a little and live a life less sciencey. Or just do silly domestic crap like the laundry and the dishes. But no, I was feeling spacey on Saturday, and had a legitimate fever on Sunday, which proceeded into Monday. On the bright side, I decided to keep my contagion at home on Monday and sleep as much as humanly possible, and my fever broke by Monday evening. Getting into work today, I definitely had some sort of hot flash but I feel pretty good now. Ugh!

Despite my fever, I went to the Madison Dog Fair on Sunday with Andy, and it was just tortuous fun. We’ve got puppy fever, and there were tons of cute dogs everywhere, tiny ones and gigantic ones. My favorite demonstration was the flyball demo where dogs go running down a straightaway course, over hurdles, and grab a ball at the end and run back. All sorts of dogs can do it, and they even had a pug! Although the pug had trouble finishing because he’d get to the last hurdle on the way back and start shaking his head around with the ball in his mouth. Couldn’t help himself I guess! Cute cute!

In other fluffy news, my mom has the proofs from the wedding photographer, and hopefully she’ll be able to send them out to us soon. The biggest surprise awaited her when she went to pick up the proofs, though. In the main office, over the mantel, was a 3’x 2’ canvas portrait of me peeking up over my bouquet. “All I saw where green eyes looking back at me!” she said on the phone. I wish I had a house big enough for that sort of thing—I’ll admit that I’m self-adoring enough to want large artwork of myself in my home. Do you think that sort of thing would go on discount when the photographers switch it out???