I’m taking the day to catch up with editing photos and and blogging. As usual, my mind is blank so I’ll look through photos to jog my memory. Oh! We went on our first ski weekend together. It’s actually the second but the first one was Nordic skiing so it doesn’t count (sorry Nina). We […]
AKA: How to get dogs into a loft when you only have a ladder.
I would be considered magical if I was surrounded by mice that knew how to sew or birds that helped me bake pies. I’m just like that but with totally useless dogs. Magical AF.
Tonight I asked Micah if he would like to go on a drive with me.
I will spare you the gruesome details but let’s just say it was fucking gross. When I pulled out my phone BEFORE THE PROCEDURE my vet said, “You aren’t going to video this are you?!?”
I feel like tattoo artists should have some kind of moral obligation to require people with really bad tattoo ideas to sleep on it.
I promise it won’t be a 24-Hour Pity Party, just the usual stuff on my mind, most of which is stupid but makes me happy to put into words.
They tried backpeddling like, “But you look great (for your age) and are so awesome and byeeeee!” as they backed out the door.
It is a fact that titties have less calories than deviled eggs.
Potty training, pee fetishes, and other things you don’t want to read about.