This is my last week at my parents’ house for puppy-sitting. It’s kind of been a long month. I love that little dog to pieces, truly, but I miss my apartment and seeing my boyfriend every day. But of course as soon as I leave here I’ll miss my dog. Conundrum? Perhaps.
Um, sorry I’m an 80-year-old and I don’t have exciting weekends. And on top of that, I don’t even take pictures. I have exactly five from this weekend, and three are from Sunday. Here’s the rundown.
Friday: Had to have the pup at the groomers at 9:00. Which led to Starbucks. Which led to a nap. Then I did nothing. Then I went to Carrabba’s.