I’d like to take a few minutes of your time to introduce my supporting cast (of life). First and foremost, this is Clutterhubs. This picture is over 5 years ago and was taken in Atlantic City, Maryland. We’re not from Maryland; I have deeply planted Virginia roots and he hails from the “great” state of Texas. We did, however, go to college in Maryland. I did a lot of sleeping in college, and haven’t ever used my degree. Not even once.
Here’s one of us pretending to be normal. Nicely posed pictures of us are few and far between because we’re both HORRIBLY awkward people. We’re sitting in a giant field of lavender at the base of Mt Fuji in Japan.
I guess now is a good time to mention that we actually live in Japan. For now, anyway. We love it here. Earthquakes and tsunamis aren’t all that great, but the culture and people are ama-za-zing.
See? Proof we live here!
Ok, enough of that. Here’s one last “Japan” picture. It’s me snacking on some lavender and green tea ice cream (TOLD you that you could eat lavender). Those aren’t weird flavors at all over here. I feel so worldly when I get to share things like this with y’all, but I haven’t forgotten my roots. I’m still from the kind of place where we hung out in Wally World parking lots and I grew up on sweet tea and biscuits & gravy.
Moving on, for the next four months these are our only babies. Introducing, THE CLUTTERDOGS!
They’re just like us, but in beagle form! They’re lazy, messy, and totally lovable in their weirdness. Case in point, this morning I walked into the living room to find this:
Mysteriously absent was the food dish that I originally put the food into this morning (at 5 am, when ClutterBen jumped into my sleeping face while squeaking a stuffed hedgehog).
I followed the trail of breadcrumbs that one of my Hansels left for me (I’m the only Gretel here at Blue Palm Manor).
Like I said, the Clutterdogs are just like us: lazy and messy. I have no idea why he decided to scatter his food all over the living and dining rooms. It doesn’t make sense to normal folks . . . kind of like the trail of Cluttersocks that my husband leaves from the recliner to the bedroom, or me putting dirty dishes in the fridge until I feel like washing them. But this is our normal.
I just shook my pretty little head and kept looking for the missing food dish. The trail led me to the backyard.
So, Baxter decided his food dish needed to be moved approximately 30 feet and then dumped out for the crows. Neat.
This is our life, and I’m thankful for every ridiculous minute. I’ve alluded in the past to the adorable little parasite currently incubating in my belly. I’m proud to officially introduce you to the newest member of the Clutterhome Family, Logan!