Oh my.  My, my, my.

What was supposed to be a simple hosting company transfer for my blog turned into a big problem when the blog “crashed” during the hosting transfer.  I’ve spent several hours on the phone with three different hosting companies over the last four days (not to mention the 30+ emails sent back and forth) to do what it took to get the blog back up and running.

It was not a pleasant experience.

The worst part was that I had no way of explaining what had happened to you!  I started getting emails the first day it happened from people seeing a “forbidden” message thinking I had blocked their IP address from seeing the blog.  Then there were those people who thought I had just decided to quit blogging altogether and wrote to ask why I had quit.

(For the record, if I ever do quit, I certainly won’t do it without telling you first.)

(Also, I can’t imagine that I’d quit blogging before I got married because, the way I see it, if you have to read through the angst of the single years, you at least deserve to get to see me get married.)

(Which, as we all suspect, probably won’t happen for another 37 years.)

(In other words, LOTS OF BLOGGING TO COME.)

Now, with all of that out of the way, let’s discuss something extremely important: puppies!

The day I took MacKenzie and Avi to Chuck E. Cheese to celebrate MacKenzie’s last day of fall semester, we happened to notice a new store that had just opened that sold puppies.  Like, a store full of puppies.   In cribs.  A STORE FULL OF PUPPIES IN CRIBS, OH MY WORD CAN YOU EVEN IMAGINE THE HAPPINESS I FELT IN MY HEART?

That’s right: a room full of puppies in cribs and get this: you could pet them!  And play with them!  AND HOLD THEM FOR AS LONG AS YOU WANTED!!!  But not that I was excited or anything.

The store is very kid-friendly so they encourage the parents to get the puppies out of the cribs before letting kids play with them but, once they’re out of the cribs, you can play with them all you want!

They have all different types of puppies in the cribs and, if you think you would not be emotionally gutted by a store selling puppies from cribs, well, just try staring at this for more than five seconds.

What’s that?  You’re still not convinced that you’d trip over your own feet as you tried to buy each and every puppy in that room?  Well then, it’s time to pull out my secret weapon: PUPPIES SLEEPING ON TOP OF EACH OTHER.

Don’t feel too bad; resistance was futile.  You never really stood a chance.

The girls seemed to pick up on the fact that I was a wee bit obsessed with the puppies and decided that it was their obligation — nay, duty — to convince me to purchase a puppy so that we could have triplets!  Triplet puppies, Amy Beff!  ONE FOR EACH OF US!

Tempting as it was, I somehow felt that Snuggles y Cuddles would not take very highly to a new sibling.  And yet, the girls?  Oh, they pulled out every trick in the book.

I was holding strong, y’all.  Oh, I was not swayed by their pleas, not moved by their begging.

And then I saw this.

How we managed leaving that store without a new puppy in each of our arms, I will never know.