By “talking me into it” I mean that she posted a picture of her campsite on Facebook with the caption that she was in a great place to see the eclipse and no, she’s not telling you where she is!
Fingers crossed he will grow to be the perfect 35 pound dog and not a 200 pound freak of nature.
I was like, “HA! BOOBS!” and my kid was like, “Huh? What? Where?” and I pointed out the sticker and he was like, “That’s a face,” and I was like, “Yep, definitely not hitting puberty yet.”
I’ve been doing it for so long that I don’t think much of it other than it is part of my morning and nightly ritual, like brushing my teeth.
Do I miss my kids?
I have some misgivings about sharing this next part because it might just cross a line but that just means I absolutely must share it. Come what may.
Day three of being home and I’m still passing out at 7:00 and wide awake by 3:30am. I guess watching chicken documentaries in my living room isn’t the best way to stay awake.
I mean, OF COURSE I have a half naked dog with a mysterious skin condition. It seems like being high maintenance and weird is a requiremnt of being close to me.
I’m not saying that he is normally a nice dog because that would be going too far. He’s an okay dog, but put him in a comfortable crotch and he turns into a monster.
And then do you know know what he said? I AM ONLY HALF WAY THERE! WOOT!!!