I really thought I was getting that puppy today.
Probably because on Monday Mr. Ashley told me not to ask him about it or talk about it too much because it was something he was seriously considering, that it was the cutest dog he'd ever seen, that it was a great opportunity to own such a cute dog for cheap, and that Ophelia would be a better name.
So I was really thinking there was a chance.
Over the next few days I backed off on the nagging, but would still mention it and hint at it as a gift I deserved and he would usually reply with a smile or just shake his head...no longer telling me it absolutely was not going to happen like he was at first. I thought he was just trying not to ruin the surprise.
I even left the website and contact information where he could find it.
Then he had a late afternoon appointment that he didn't have to dress up for, and he was swinging by to see a friend afterwards.
So as I sat here with one sick kid who alternated between begging me to make him feel better and telling me he loved me every 2.5 seconds (which is really so so sweet, but it's hard sometimes to say I love you too 9030483029384 times in a row.) and the human vulture who alternated between raiding the pantry and fighting me for half of anything I put in my mouth, until JUST NOW. 7 PM AT NIGHT.
And he walked in with no puppy.
He really was just hanging out at his friend's house.
I am thinking maybe he was drunk on Monday. He doesn't seem to recollect that conversation at all and is surprised that I am surprised by the lack of a puppy.
So everyone that was waiting on the edge of their seat for a huDge, overwhelmingly romantic gesture like the dog who needs me as much as I need her....keep waiting.