This seems like a lot of pressure…my first blog, that is. Back when I created this site in November, I had all kinds of ideas to write about. Our trip to Scotland, surviving the Holiday Gauntlet, dropping food all over the floor multiple times, the list goes on. But now that I have the time to sit down and write something, nothing is quite good enough to make the cut of the first post ever by Middletons West.
Instead, I’ll tell you what’s happening in the Middleton household this morning. Exciting, huh? I’m drinking coffee and sitting at the island, while my husband is making breakfast. Everyone should have a husband who excels at breakfast. Seriously awesome. Our dog is staring me down with especially sad puppy eyes, while wearing the cone of shame- even sadder. He still has no spatial relationship with the cone, constantly running into things (like me) and repeatedly getting stuck under the coffee table.
Why does no one I talk about have a name, you may wonder? So I was on the phone with my sister the other day, and when I entered our house, still on the phone, she heard me exclaim, “Dog!” She was just about to comment on me addressing Roscoe simply as “dog”, when she heard: “Hi Wife! Hi Husband! I’m talking with sister right now.” Apparently, we don't think highly of proper names in this household.
