why don’t I call you anymore? Marley.

Since I had Rhys 6 weeks ago, I haven’t been able to talk on the phone much.  It just seems like he always needs me and when he’s asleep I must take advantage of the opportunity to either shower, or eat, or sleep, or open mail, or pay bills, or do laundry, or cook dinner, or run errands, or talk to my husband, or play with my 4 year old, or put said 4 year old to bed, etc. etc.

Usually I return calls while I drive, (with a headpiece of course, I’m not that reckless, c’mon!) but I realized the other day that me & a few friends were playing a serious round of phone tag for like 2 weeks.  What gives?

Today, it hit me.  It’s Marley.  You know, Marley the dog.  Duh?! 🙂

I’ve been listening to Marley & Me: Life & Love with the World’s Worst Dog on audio CD in the car with every free minute I get.  It’s the book that spawned last year’s *Marley & Me* film with Jen Aniston & Owen Wilson.

I liked the movie & it’s so much better than the movie.  As usual, eh?  It’s made me laugh, cry, grimace, & everything in between.  It’s a great book to listen to.  Johnny Heller as narrarator did a tremendous job.

So, hop on over to your local library & pick up a copy – it’s worth the 9 hrs. of purely entertaining car time.

And if you do, I’ll know why your not calling me either… 🙂