Ever since our reference to the old Saturday Night Live character, Mr. Bill, our hu-dad has noticed how many Mr. Bill moments he has been having. But Saturday may have taken the cake. So let’s see how his day went:
His morning started with a flying Kodiak greeting. You see, Kodiak sleeps in an arm chair in the bed room – about 5 feet from the hu-dad’s sleeping spot. Kodiak has this routine where he leaps from his chair and lands on the hu-dad’s bed to say good morning. But he does not always check to see where the hu-dad might be and sometimes lands ON the hu-dad. Something about being sound asleep and then having nearly 60 lbs of Sibe land on you makes for an interesting fuzzy alarm clock.
Qannik always seems to be jealous of the attention that Kodiak is getting (as you can imagine, Kodiak gets immediate attention from the flying Kodiak greeting), so the Q has to climb up to the hu-dad. Q and Kodi start the morning bath routine of the hu-dad who is still trying to get oxygen back into his lungs. That, of course, means Rusty has to climb up to see why the hu-dad is making funny gasping sounds.
The cool part is that we are rewarded by all being allowed to go outside. The hu-dad looked at the clock and realized that the first number was a 5 – and it was Saturday morning – but, sadly, he was now awake and going back to sleep was not an option.
No problem, he went upstairs and pulled out the laptop and started reading blogs (because he always has eleventy-bazillion unread blogs). Just as the low battery warning came on the laptop, the house suddenly plunged into darkness as we lost power. This is a fairly common occurrence and all you can do is wait until it comes back on, so we decided to go hiking.
All of the above is known to our fans of the Facebook Fan Page, but there is more. Since he was now awake, he dressed in layers for our morning walk. But as the walk started, he realized it was warmer than he thought, so he took off his Columbia river diver shirt and placed it in the jeep. After the walk – which was uneventful – we were driving around when a full glass of iced tea got spilled – right on top of the shirt (and, no, the spill was not caused by one of us – a human was at fault). So the shirt is now soaked and the hu-dad is only in a t-shirt. Knowing that he will need that shirt to stay warm in the evening, he spread it across the spare tire cover at our next stop so it would dry in the sun. Great thought, huh?
Can you see what happens next. Yep – we drove off without retrieving the shirt. Apparently it stayed on the tire cover for a way until it got knocked off as we crossed some train tracks. How do we know that? Well, upon realizing the shirt was missing, we went back looking for it. We found it.
Oh no, Mr. Bill!
P.S. – On the good side, this could be an advertisement for Columbia because the shirt is still in great shape, though it needed a spin through the laundry.