It's "his week" with the kids. Who happen to be next door. So when I came home with a truckload of flowers. Yes 6 or 7 flats. the kids actually volunteered to come over and help me plant. So when Ex came home from work, the kids and both dogs were over at my house, playing in the yard, planting flowers and having a good time. A nice perk.
The funny moment came when later I was grilling out by myself on my new weber grill I put together myself (Ok so I had a friend on the phone talking me through it - details...), suddenly Chessie is at my feet (that would be my dog). Seems Ex was walking his monster and chessie bolted. Tried to get Chessie to go to his house, but she refused. I walked her to the line (I'm not allowed on "his" property - I kid you not) and she just looked at me like, "Do I have to?" I called to him and told him I'd just keep her [dog travels weekly with kids, see below], but he refused, rather madly. She finally gave in, obedient dog that she is. I tried not to laugh out loud at the whole thing.
Today I am home again - both Daughter and I are still sick (apparently the goodness we felt while planting was but a fleeting reprieve in the eye of the nasty flu storm), and who shows up whining at my back door? No Not the Ex silly, my DOG. So she's here again. SOMEbody loves me!!!