Psycho-Lilah

Delilah loves feet. There is no getting around it or over it. She is a foot-lickin' fool. She also appreciates a good stomping--as long as she's the one doing it. My poor mother has had more foot baths and claw-encounters in the past day than she's probably suffered in her whole life. I lost my temper a bit this morning and gave Delilah a rather rough alpha pin after witnessing her maul my mother as she innocently tried to make it to the bathroom. Let me clarify here by saying that Delilah isn't being mean or aggressive in any way...she's just madly excited about having new feet to lick and a new body to jump up on. Tonight with the Realtor should be interesting. I'm thinking leashes all around. :)

So it's Thursday, and mom made it in safely yesterday evening. We did some cleaning/tidying up last night, and had a nice dinner at the Souper!Salad! place. She's been working all day, bless her heart...I'm going to have to make her sit down and chill out this evening while I get some stuff done prior to Monica's arrival at 7pm.

Which incidentally I'm very excited and nervous about. I want the house to be perfect for her, but that's not possible. I'm looking forward to hearing her suggestions on what we can do to make the house better, but scared that it will entail a lot more work/expenditure, and delay getting it on the market. There is so much that we left undone, and what we have finished may need to be re-done because it's particular to our tastes and not the general populace (I'm referring to the master bedroom and foyer--fantastic faux paint work by Russell, but apparently in colours that could be off-putting. Curious to see what Monica has to say.). Anyway. At least it's a long weekend, so we can hopefully get a TON done, and not get too distracted by the computer, TV, or multiple shopping excursions.

I will, of course, keep you posted.