To Blog or Not to Blog, that is the...well, you know

I am not a very consistent Blogger. It's not that I don't have plenty to bore you with, it's just that most of what happens around here is kind of unbelievable. Take for instance a Monday morning, about 3 weeks ago. I took the boys to school, came home, and let the dogs out. I was having a sprinkler system and sod installed (thanks Springbrook Meadows HOA for you nice little "reminder" that I was in violation of the HOA by-laws with my dead grass), so those guys were here. The doorbell rang. It was the Avon lady with a delivery. Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang again, it was Fed-Ex with a delivery. Ten minutes later, doorbell. It's Ken, the yard guy. He needs me to look at something. Doorbell. It's the Schwan's man. I contemplate disconnecting the doorbell. I go to let the dogs back in because they're going to be working in the back yard. No dogs. Jonson left the gate open the night before. Get in car, drive around the neighborhood, looking for dogs. I see cats, squirrels, people walking dogs, people jogging, rabbits, but no sign of my escapees. I come back home, call Pflugerville Animal Control and leave a message, post an ad on craigslist, and plop down to drink a diet coke and ponder my next move. I was tempted to go up to the school and pull Jonson out of class to look for the dogs, since he left the gate open, but his class was on a field trip. As I'm sipping my diet coke, the doorbell rings again. A gentleman has found one of the dogs, and has brought her home. He saw the other one, but she wouldn't come to him, but he was going to go back to where he'd seen her and see if he could coax her to come to him. I decide to follow him in my car, walk out the door, close the door, but have no keys. Uh-oh. The door is locked. I try to call Jennika on the yard guy's phone, because I don't have my phone, either, but realize, before it even starts to ring, that I had to borrow her key the night before because Jonson had misplaced both of my keys. Okay. I'll get the garage door opener out of the Expedition, and see if by some small piece of luck (I'm not holding my breath here) the garage door might be unlocked. Nope. Ken (yard guy) suggests breaking the glass on the backdoor would probably be cheaper than calling PopALock, and I concur. However, the backdoor was open to let in fresh air, so no glass had to be broken, Ken just pushed the screen in, unlocked the door, walked through the house, and let me back in the front door. I get the keys AND phone, and head to the place where the other dog was spotted, but meet the guy who found the first dog was coming around the corner as I started backing out, and he has the other dog in tow. I introduced myself, thanked him profusely, and offered him a reward (he declined). He explained that he wouldn't have been home at all, but when he got to work that morning, he'd found out that his position had been eliminated, and he was sent home. And I thought I was having a bad day! Let me add, though, that all of this happened before 10:00 in the morning! To blog or not to blog...