I won't go all e e cummings on you, but I probably won't be what your third grade teacher hoped you'd aspire to in terms of punctuation. I'll survive and you will, too, I'm sure. if not, well, better luck next time. or learn to adapt.
what was I thinking? for my first 39 years I tried to suck up as much information and knowledge as I could; I'm an insatiably curious person. and then came doggy motherhood. not just 1, but for some reason I thought after a couple of years we needed yet another. so poor little Harley wouldn't be lonesome during the day. I'm pretty sure I didn't actually consider myself in the mix, just that a rescue needed rescuing and Harley needed a buddy.
so my daily vacuum went from pulling a hoover on everything possible within my surrounding environment to pulling a dyson on the floors. e-v-e-r-y day. ah, what we do for 'love.'
if Harley and Lexie ever learn to read, I'm in big trouble. of course, that's true if they learn to speak and listen as well. maybe I'm only in trouble after I market their skills and make some money. I'll have to get creative.
speaking of creative, I actually have a date later this week. I should probably strategize an outfit. he is flying in from Midland, after all.
excuse me while I get the spray bottle after Lexie. she's a slow learner when it comes to not barking. I'll be back. why does the dog eat rocks?