Ruby Tuesday.......update.....

Ruby update................no news is good news right or is no news is bad news? Whichever it is, you will all be really upset with me once I have told you the news. Whatever news that may be, I still can't figure out.
I know the suspense is killing most of you, if not making you wonder what is up with that cute, little cyber Corgi dog you like to visit every Tuesday here on this blog.
Suspense killing you huh? Hmmm, I feel your pain.
Let me tell you how today went.
First off, according to my calendar and Ruby's last romp with Jerry Lee would give her 40 days. 40 stinkin' days of wondering, pondering, sitting, waiting, wishing for well you know, PUPPIES!
And according to Yooper's rule of checking potentially preggo dogs, puts her two days shy of officially checking and finding little skeletal bodies floating around in Ruby's belly, I mean uterus.
2 freakin' days!





So what did I do? Nothing. Absolutely nothing, or well sort of and cursed the whole 42-45 day mark .
So while eating my chicken Toquita with guacamole today at Taco Bell with Yooper, I tell him I am surely bringing Ruby in Thursday for her exam whether he likes it or not, no matter how busy he is. I'll xray her myself if I have to. I know I could figure that out.
"Honey, I have cyber people who are dying to know whether my dog is gonna have little mini Rubys! Inquiring minds need to know." He shook his head at me, wiping chili bean burito sauce from his face, squirted more Taco Bell hot sauce on his food and had the audacity to tell me, "She may not even be pregnant, just want to let you know that. So don't go getting all your hopes up and such."
GASP! How dare he! I then slammed my fist down on the little table in Taco Bell, right onto a package of hot sauce and it burst open and splattered all over his face!
Sigh..........kidding about that last part. I wished I had better aim. And I really didn't slam my fist down. I think I more or less had tears filling my eyes, real salty ones. I'm a wimp.
But I am not kidding about his little factual comment. He did say that part.
Then not noticing my watering eyes, he sighs, "We could also ultrasound her. You could have brought her into the clinic today and I could have done that."
By now I am reaching for more of my Diet Pepsi, wishing I had a flask of whiskey to dump into my drink, and gave Yooper a cross-eyed look.
He laughs, "Don't go and get your hopes up. I will tell you this, if I see your little dog whip out a cigarette, light it and with her other paw hold a glass of tequila, then I'll surely know that redneck dog she messed around with got her pregnant."
I am married to thee funniest man in thee entire world. Someone save me.

So aren't you so incredibly happy to read all about this and find out, I STILL DON'T KNOW if she has little puppies in her oven?
I promise, I swear, I will have an answer on Thursday.
Promise okay? Girl scout honor. Cross my heart. I will let you all know.
I'll Twitter the news as soon as I am either done jumping up and down excitedly or down on my knees crying a river. Just check over to the right hand column where it says, "I've Twittered Myself", then you'll know!