Speak of the Devil and...

The girls and I were home alone and without power yesterday, which led to a day of creative activities and eerie quiet. No TV, no radio, no computer, no vacuum cleaner! I took the time to delve through the kids journals and scrapbooks and catch up while the girls styled my hair. This ended in me having to call a neighbor over to help unwind a wide-toothed comb from my hair as I pondered how bad I would look if we had to cut it out. As I walked the neighbor back home, (a nice way of saying "Thank you for not taking a picture and Tweeting what you just saw...") I saw my evil nemesis. Yes, this is the little.....dog....that bit me. The timing of its reappearance is quite providential as I am currently reading Faust by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, no I'm not that much of a pretentious brat it was just the next thing on our book list. So the reason this is relevant is that Faust notices one day that a black poodle is following him and eventually you find out that the black poodle is actually the Devil. Wikipedia it if you don't believe me and consider it your moral obligation to never have a black poodle.