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What Could Possibly Go Wrong ? is a blog dedicated to sharing the ups and downs of one woman's quest to stay sane and sober amidst life's chaos. Join me as we laugh, cry, and learn together.

Dogs in Trees

 With Rob working at home now, surrounded by the animals I can always rely on at least one a amusing text per day. Sometimes it's just "Your dog is in an idiot" and nothing else. The highlight of last week began with that and was followed up with the following story. Both dogs treed a squirrel. Ren with the Malinois genes just bounced up and down around the tree. Otis took a more direct approach. When his attempts to pull down the tree ended in failure, he decided to climb it instead. That assault was more successful until he got stuck between two branches several feet off the ground. The squirrel took advantage of the opportunity, scampered down the tree and legged it across the garden to safety. Ren was too busy bouncing to notice the daring escape, and Otis, well he wasn't going anywhere in a hurry. Sadly he made it out safely before Rob was able to capture the moment on film, but I can't argue, the dog is an idiot.

Reno's Part Deux

Day 2 of the renovations and  I still have a husband and a son relatively intact. Grady, of course would probably disagree, because when Rob threw (dropped) a saw at him, it impaled his shirt and almost (not even close) removed a certain appendage (a la John Wayne Bobbitt). Like I said, he is a little bit drama prone. To be fair he did spend an inordinate amount of time laboriously carving away drywall to accommodate a window. After completion of this task he mentioned how a sawsall (spelling ?) would have made the chore so much easier, at which point Rob helpfully offered up that he did in fact have said tool in the garage. Grady was not even remotely impressed. Despite advice to vacate the house immediately, I decided to stay and offer helpful suggestions. However it would appear they were considered neither wanted nor helpful and I was unceremoniously booted from the basement. We did have one casualty, my floor lamp which bit the (drywall) dust after losing a fight with Grady. Although I was quite happy to forgo that particular lighting for the time  being, the intrepid duo took that as an excuse to spend the rest of the afternoon  in Home Depot. They did extend an invitation for me to join them, but truthfully, I'd rather have a root canal. Upon their return they were positively giddy with excitement, toting an armful of new tools, declaring to make today's endeavours much easier. Time will tell. Stay tuned. 

Renos 101

 Can't wait to see how this is going to end - probably with me yelling "Are you fucking kidding me?". Rob and Grady have started to renovate the basement. Two generations of Weatherall's working together is always fraught with risk, even more so when it involves cables, the fuse box and wi-fi. Grady is griping about safety precautions, especially after Rob threw a hammer at him. He actually only dropped it, but Grady is prone to the dramatic. It doesn't help that their approaches to the renos are diametrically opposed, and words are flying fast and furious. Well, it's more so Grady who apparently now requires a tetanus shot due to an unfortunate nail placement but that's not as bad as him breathing in toxic mould (a dime sized black speck under the window), or stepping in a cold puddle when bringing in the first sheet of drywall. Watching them carry the drywall down the stairs was comedy gold all by itself, until Grady almost died. Oh, and the best part it hasn't even been an hour yet.

Grady 1 : Sid 0

I fear for my children's future. Last night Sid's friend stayed over. Ren has taken quite a shine to her so yesterday evening when they were in Sid's room I kept hearing Sid yell at the dog and slam her door. After half an hour of that commotion she trundled down stairs with Ren and dumped him unceremoniously in front of us. It would appear she credited the dog with super powers as he was able to turn the handle on her bedroom door and open it, at the same time moving the wooden chest she had wedged behind it, to gain entry into her room. Truthfully I learned a long time ago to tune out my children, so I wasn't paying much attention to her griping. That changed when Grady hurtled down the stairs a few minutes later laughing manically and grabbed up Ren to take back upstairs. Yep, it wasn't Superdog letting himself into Sid's room, but Grady, opening up the door and quietly pushing Ren in, all to mess with his sister. 

Up On The Roof

Grady is on the roof looking for the cat that went up the chimney. Honestly I can't make this stuff up. My only decision now, is when to tell him that the cat came back down.

Sid 1 : Grady 0

 Overheard snippet of conversation between my children.

Sid: I can't believe they are still together after all they've been through.

Grady: Who ?

Sid: (amid peals of laughter) Your asscheeks !!

I actually feel for Grady