Greetings to our Opp Knockers! It's been about a week since I posted any "updates" or stuff we've been doing. Mainly just because we've been busy - doing what you might ask? I can't really tell you...really. As I sit here trying to think of fun, interesting, exciting things we've been doing the past 2 weeks, I can't really go back on the calendar and say, yeah on this date we did such and such and the next day we did this.

I do have a few random, funny things that have happened in the past 2 weeks that I thought would make for a funny post...


Many of you know, we are in the process of looking/buying a house in Nashville. (Yes, the final step to make our move a little more permanent. Go ahead - start dealing with it: we're not moving back to Chattanooga any time soon...) Our hearts are truly set on Spring Hill, TN and for those of you who aren't familiar with the area, Spring Hill is about 30 minutes south of Downtown Nashville. We love this community and in fact, it's the 11th fastest growing city in the United States - mainly because the GM plant is located in this small town (it was originally built as a Saturn plant way back when, then GM took over). It's got that small town feel with all the conveniences of a bigger town (ie: Super Target!).

Anyway, last week we decided to go to Franklin, TN to look at a few houses. We originally ruled out this part of town because for our price range, we really couldn't find anything that we loved. We pretty much made ourselves go look at two houses - one was in a great neighborhood, the other was a great rental property if you know what I mean. It was an older neighborhood and for whatever reason had absolutely no street lights. We pulled in front of the house, parked on the street. Our TomTom GPS was on our window (suction cupped to the window) and I turned it off. All of our stuff was in our car, including my purse and Brent's briefcase, but I locked the doors and headed inside the very dark house.

We stayed inside for quite some time - not necessarily because we loved the house, but just because we got into a great conversation with our brilliant realtor (we HEART our realtor by the way). So we walk back outside, I hit the unlock button on my keys as we're walking through the yard. As soon as I open the door, I realize that our TomTom is gone and the CD player face is open. I kind of panicked, but then calmed down thinking that maybe it had just fallen off the window (it's done that before). I feel around in the floorboard, look over and see that my purse is still in the floor - I felt around on the floorboard on the passenger seat, and still couldn't find it. I turned on our interior lights, Brent got in the car and we both kept searching to no avail. I kept running my hands under my seat and still couldn't find it. This went on for a few minutes when we both finally determined that our TomTom had been stolen.

I had made up my mind that while I was inside, I had inadvertently unlocked the doors and because the car was on the street, someone walked by and stole our TomTom. They tried to get the CD player too because the face was open. I was a little surprised that my purse was still in the floor but I decided it was because it was so dark and the person was in such a hurry that they bypassed my purse. Our realtor was pulling away and noticed we were searching - he stopped and we told him our tragic news. He was really sad for us, but it confirmed what he had been telling us about this neighborhood.

Brent and I drive over to have dinner and of course I am beating myself up that I unlocked the car doors while I was inside the house. Brent was trying not to be mad about it, but we were both frustrated. We felt violated. I mean someone had gotten into our car and stolen our TomTom. Our precious, prized, marriage saver TomTom. BUT we were so thankful they hadn't stolen my purse - it was pretty miraculous that they bypassed my purse and just took the TomTom. We talked back and forth that this definitely confirmed that we wanted to live in Spring Hill - surely this wouldn't happen there!

So we pull into the parking lot of the restaurant and this is when Brent decides to really look for the TomTom (I'm not really sure what he had done before now) and lo and behold, our TomTom was under his seat!

Yep. It had fallen off the window, just as I had originally suspected:No one stole it. No one attempted to steal our CD player (we think when the TomTom fell, it hit the release button for the cover of the CD player). It was just lying in the floorboard in one piece.
So of course we laughed about it - it WAS pretty funny. We even had to call our realtor and make sure he didn't completely avoid the neighborhood thinking it was full of TomTom thieves. HA HA
That definitely made for a good laugh.


Our second funny story happened last night. I came home, let out Fletcher and Fiona then had to run to Target. Before I left, I decided not to put F & F back in their crate, but give them some freedom and let them roam the apartment. I put anything and everything that they might possibly destroy up out of the way (they tend to get a little mad at us when we leave them). When I came home about 1 hour later, I noticed that there was something all over our counter top - like something had once been wet and was dried on all the papers that were lying on the counter. I also noticed this really strange looking black plastic ring-like structure was on the counter top as well.

As I surveyed the counter top to try to determine what had happened, I notice Fletcher is literally creeping on the floor, hovering about 2 inches above the ground trying to sneak by Brent and I. That's when I realize that it was him.

Remember a few months ago, I had a cake on the counter while I was getting ready to leave for Chattanooga? I suddenly heard smacking noises. When I came out of the back room, Fletcher's beard was full of green cake icing as he had figured out how to crawl up the back of the couch to get the counter top.
Well, for some reason I NEVER in a million years thought he'd go so far as to WALK on that counter top. For what we could figure out, here's what he did:
He crawled up the back of the couch, got on the counter top, walked to the fruit bowl - devoured a pear AND an apple. Then somehow, he walked into the kitchen sink. This is when his paw got stuck on the plastic drainer for the garbage disposal. It's stuck on his paw, he walks back over the counter top, somehow figures out how to get the strainer off his foot and jumps back down off the counter.

Most importantly let me point out: Fletcher ate a PEAR AND AN APPLE! Seriously? What dog eats fruit?
Who says dogs are easier than children?

Anyway, those are our funny happenings in the past week or so. Sorry for the lengthy, picture less post, but I thought they were both funny enough to share - anyone else have funny pet stories or stories about thinking something was stolen when it really wasn't?