Saigon Sundays: Sleep-in Sunday

Today was a big sleep-in day for this household. Many late nights in a row eventually catch up with you, so Jim and I had been looking forward to sleeping in on Sunday for a few days now.

We count "sleeping-in" as any morning where an alarm doesn't have to wake us up - where you just get up when your body naturally wakes up. Those of you who know us, know that we both love to sleep and are far from morning people, so sleeping-in isn't hard for us to do, but it does seem like sleep-in days are not occurring as often as we'd like. Hence, looking forward all week to today!

Luckily for us, Saigon is THE BEST sleeper-inner. He doesn't wake us up to be fed and he doesn't even wake us up so he can go outside to do his business. In the rare case that he does need to go out, he happily comes straight back to bed.

I love Sunday sleep-ins with my little family.

Sleeping angel.

An Evening with Christopher Moore

Yesterday evening, I spent 3 hours waiting in line at the Indigo in South Edmonton Common, just to meet and have my books signed by Christopher Moore, aka @TheAuthorGuy.  And it was totally worth it! Even if I did learn that my back cannot handle standing for such a long period of time. Or that the 3 year old kid with his mom, who was waiting in line behind me, complained less than I did. But once I got up to the front of the line and had Mr. Moore joke that he wasn't "going to go there" when he saw my name is Brie - (like the cheese in case you haven't caught on), and I delightedly exclaimed like a silly girl, "oh but I was hoping you would!", just like that - my back pain - um, what back pain?

Yay! I finally made it!

Mr. Moore making me laugh.

In case you don't know, Christopher Moore's latest book is called Sacrè Bleu, "a story about the colour blue", obviously. It is one of the most beautiful books, visually, that I have seen in a long time. I can't think of a more gorgeous cover then this one.

I haven't read Sacrè Bleu yet, but it's on the never-ending TBR pile. The font, I just noticed, is actually a purplish-blue colour which is quite pleasing on the eyes, and also very beautiful.

But the most beautiful part is the personalized autographed. While all my friends had theirs signed with {insert name} followed by "For Art", naturally, I can't help but feel just a little special about mine.

If you EVER have the chance to attend a Christopher Moore book signing, then I highly recommend doing whatever it takes to go. He spoke to the large crowd for almost an hour and I haven't laughed out loud like that in public in a long time. I already knew he was hilarious, but you never know in person how an author will be. I promise, it will be a night you will remember!

Saigon Sundays: Just Resting My Eyes

During the first week we started "fostering" Saigon, I went home during one of my lunch breaks to see what he was up to. I wanted to make sure he wasn't sitting at the door howling all day awaiting my return home. I sneaked in through the front door, as quietly as I could be, and not only was Saigon NOT waiting at the front door for me, he wasn't anywhere to be seen. So I called out for him and I heard a loud "clunk" from upstairs, then the clomping of paws down the stairs, and then finally  he appeared around the corner, eyes half closed, tail-a-wagging and a sheepish look on his face which said it all: "You caught me." Needless to say, from that point on, I was able to get through my work days without worrying about how he was coping at home.

When I do have a day off during the week, and I spend it at home, Saigon has a hard time relaxing because he's always checking out what I'm up to. If he's not underfoot, he's perched somewhere, eyes on me. I swear, he refuses to truly "nap" while I'm home, unless I go and nap with him (which does happen from time to time). Even if he's laying with his eyes closed, I can tell he's not really sleeping - more "just resting his eyes". On days that I'm home, he's usually pretty exhausted come late afternoon, even if we haven't gotten out for a walk yet. Because for whatever reason, he resists sleep. It can actually be pretty comical.

Case and point: