Dads and dogs and Dick's Sporting Goods

Yesterday my dad and my hubby teamed up to get me up before I was ready. Today Goober joined the ranks of the early-morning annoying. Gee. 6:30 AM and he wants to pretend he's a husky on a cold night in Alaska. I think I was rather nasty when I threw him off the bed. When I don't HAVE to share the other side, I DON'T!

Dave told us last Saturday (yes, the saga of the unprepared continues) that John could pick up an air mattress for anyone who wants one. Of course, I'd already ordered two to have shipped to PR, so I thought, "Hmm. I'll cancel my order." I came home and tried. I couldn't. $30+ in shipping turned a $50 purchase into an $80 purchase. I was sick, but at least I was ready. So what do my wondering eyes see in my Yahoo! box this morning? "Dick's Sporting Goods Order Cancellation." THEY cancelled my order. So now, here I am scrambling, sending a man I haven't even met yet scrambling for me. Aargh! I hate when this happens!

I've been so involved with PR that I haven't thought much about China for about a week, but last night I lay in bed thinking about it. Between insurances and the PR trip, my savings for it is drastically cut. I remember telling God it's his problem--not in so many words--right before I fell asleep. Of course, Bart owes us enough right now to triple what we've taken out, but that will be a while coming. Thank goodness he has a job to return to in the fall.

And here I go, jerking it out of God's hands again.