A boring boring sunday!

Yesterday turned out to be a rather boring Sunday. It happened to be mischief’s birthday(my dog), that is, the day she turned our home into hers. But the poor girl nursed an upset tummy. So no cake, no coke! Ate just bread and milk and as she celebrates each day, slept through and through her birthday too! (though she bothered to sport a nice bow and wanted to go all Indian with a bindi on her forehead! But changed her mind half way through.)

As for me, no celebrations,  work that i didn’t want to do, no deadlines to keep pace with, no shopping as was planned, rain, nothing great to eat, a walk on the same path, same old magazines, not even tired, not even sleepy and even missed mrits call in the morning!

The day was apparently so uneventful, that i have nothing more to write about it! The wind didn’t blow, no one to converse with, even hee-man was missing, experiencing romantic stories somewhere! Huh!

Uff! And no wuff! The dogs though were busy, handing over friendship bands to each other. Lucas a.k.a Ruff and his sister Bubbles( who looks like a deflated version of a bubble!) befriend my Mischief and their neighbour Sherry. Poor chap Lucas was so embarrassed at holding out a hand of friendship to two girls, that he instantly insisted on being rushed home, before his mates caught him in the act! Aww... he’s a darling!  

But, since i was not Lucas’ object of friendship, personally, such days can be quite a nightmare. But looking at the brighter side, I think they should come once in a while. It reminds one of how blissful it is to be busy. How not to crib about the awfully tiring days and happily smile at them wen they come!!

 No wonder they say, busy is easy, and busier is easier.