Today’s post is about time and how it freaking gets away from me every day. Plus some other random updates, but what the hell. What would a 2N blog post be without some randomness thrown in? Point #1: WordPress informed me when I logged in that it’s been 18 days since my last post. WHAT?
I think I posted this on Facebook but never really wrote about it here. As you know, The Dog (who will always be The Dog, regardless of any other lower-case-dogs we get in the future) passed away earlier this year. We were all pretty broken up about it, which I posted about ad-nauseam I think.
A little over a week later, I’m still surprised when the doorbell rings and there is no answering frenzy of barking. Or when I see a squirrel in the back yard but I don’t see a black streak running across the lawn after it. Or when sirens go by and I don’t hear him “singing
When I first met Rockefeller, he was a tiny little black puppy sitting alone in his cell at the Humane Society, staring at me with these huge liquid brown eyes that seemed half as big as his face. He wasn’t jumping around or yapping like the other dogs and puppies, he was just quietly sitting
Forgive me, readers. It has been eighteen days since my last post. I have approximately half a million updates to share – including, but not limited to, recent travel, sparkly shinies, and sex toys. But first, best and most important: Dog was found! Doesn’t he look SO PATHETIC here? Goodness sakes. I can’t tell you
Sometimes no news is good news. But mostly, no news just sucks. Still no word on The Dog. No one has seen hide nor hair of him, though several neighbors report seeing him (or a dog like him) running around in the neighborhood as recently as two days ago. If there’s one thing I’ve learned during
You guys, it’s basically three weeks into the new year and already I am SO OVER IT. Seriously. After everything with my grandma, now The Dog is missing. He got freaked out after the fireworks after the Seahawks playoff win (!) and took off Sunday night, hasn’t been seen or reported anywhere since. I’ve registered
Okay, okay, trite. I know. But that dog I found the other day? His name is Marley. Whaaaaaaaaaaaat? Yep, I finally found his correct owner on Wednesday evening, who provided pictorial proof via text. He seemed nice, and genuinely glad to have found Marley again, which made me feel good for doing a good deed.
As you may already be aware, I have a cat named, depending on the day, Tubs, Tubbles, Grand Duke Tubblesworth, Fatty Fat Fat or Toad. None of which are the name I originally gave her, which is: Minnie. She’s so effing pushy.
TWO in one DAY? Stock up your storm cellars with bottled water and Spam because the end of the world is nigh. Aside from fond cheesy poof remembrances, today has been a good day. Recently, I’ve gotten into scrapbooking, of all things. It’s my mom’s fault. I will say though that it combines three of