The only problem is that I've been grounded from mentioning Ernie, Coolguy's doggy! I can't talk about him from Friday night (tonight) until Sunday night.
I suppose this is all my fault.
Joey likes Ernie OK, as long as I'm not going on and on and on about his cuteness, guilelessness, and overall adorability. I generally talk about him two to three times a day, which annoys Joey to no end (ask him, he'll tell you!) and sometimes I even make up songs about Ernie.
Last night (or maybe it was two days ago?), I think I overdid it.
Poor Joey had been working overtime to try to get this video done for Mom Woestman and he arrived home kinda late. I think it was about 11:00. Normally I'm asleep by then, but I can't fall asleep anymore if I'm all alone. That and I was hyper about something. (Maybe that scrumptious coffee you made me wasn't as decaf as we thought, Jamie?) :)
I began singing odes to Ernie. (serious)
I waxed eloquently about how cute his little face was.
I praised his little white fur.
Joey said, "OK, that's it. You can't talk about Ernie the entire weekend. I am not going out of town for my first anniversary and hearing about a puppy dog the entire time."
He has a point.
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I said I wouldn't mention Ernie until Sunday. Let's hope I can keep my word. Just so everyone can appreciate Ernie's ultimate cuteness, I have included a picture.
And so that everyone can get a close-up of the guy, here's my favorite one. LOOK AT HIS FACE!!!
![](http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2192/2204/320/Ernie%27s%20tongue.0.jpg)
I suppose none of you will fault Joey for starting the H.A.T.E. club. (Husbands Against The Ernie) Fortunately, the only members are Dad, Stephen and Joey. Nobody else is allowed.
I love Ernie. Now I'm done. Until Sunday.
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