Last night, our family went to the Dropkick Murphys concert at the House of Blues in Dallas. We're long-time fans, having seen them years ago in Portland, ME where we used to live. They're a Boston band, with a loyal New England following, so a Texas show is a rarity. This was T's first real concert with us and we'd all been looking forward to this show all these many weeks since we surprised her with the tickets on Christmas Day.
|House of Blues last night|
|A little banjo...|
|"Wait, mom! I think I smell coyotes!"|
I was missing a really crucial piece of information, though. When Arwen had gone over onto her side, she was lying in a bit of a ditch - her body was actually almost upside down and I was kneeling over her. She was simply stuck! Here I was trying to deal with what looked like a seizure, when in reality she was stuck like a ladybug on her back!
So while I was relieved she hadn't had a seizure, I felt awful that I'd managed to flip my poor old lady onto her back and then I'd pinned her into a ditch. All because I was irritated that she wanted to smell some weeds and then got sniffly.
|"Oh, this belly? Yes, you may rub this belly"|