THAT'S MY STORY AND I'M STICKING TO IT.
I refuse to blow my weekly-posting idea this early in the game, so I'm forcing myself to write up a post even though it's basically the last thing I can think of that I'd like to do.
And I can barely think of anything to discuss.
I took Stoli to the groomer today, and amazingly, Karen was able to get her shaved down for summer. I was so impressed that I overtipped LIKE WHOA, but seriously, I'm pretty sure she deserved it. I don't think Stoli would've let anyone else come near her with clippers, let alone tolerated her entire body being buzz-cut.
What's really funny is that Stoli looks like half the dog she used to be. Clearly, most of her size was fur. I tried taking pictures of her silly-looking naked self, but you can't really tell from the pics that she's basically bald.
I also went and got myself a long-delayed pedicure, which would have been nicer if the staff hadn't been rushing me out of the place. No, seriously-- they actually threw me out! I was quite surprised, especially since I'd called ahead and they'd promised they'd be open until 6pm. They booted me at 4:45, but I guess you can't expect much from these cheap-o nail places. I'm just crossing my fingers that I don't catch some horrid nail fungus. I'd tried this place last year, though, and been happy with the results, so I figured it was worth a repeat visit. Note to self: go back on a Saturday, next time.
The French Open began this weekend, and I'm delighted ( although unsurprised ) that Novak Djokovic made it through the first round. The French Open is notorious for upsets, though, and there have already been a couple of surprises . . . no doubt, more are still to come.
As usual, I haven't yet caught up on my TV shows, although I did download the CW Android app for my phone. Maybe I'll watch an episode or two on the bus and make some inroads that way.
It's hard to think with this heat, actually. I wasn't prepared for summer to hit this hard and this soon.
I miss having access to a swimming pool. It's probably the only thing I miss about living in Delaware.
Huh, is that the time? I've got to finish the laundry and then pack for another week at Mom's house. BLECH. Eh, fine, off I go.
And I can barely think of anything to discuss.
I took Stoli to the groomer today, and amazingly, Karen was able to get her shaved down for summer. I was so impressed that I overtipped LIKE WHOA, but seriously, I'm pretty sure she deserved it. I don't think Stoli would've let anyone else come near her with clippers, let alone tolerated her entire body being buzz-cut.
What's really funny is that Stoli looks like half the dog she used to be. Clearly, most of her size was fur. I tried taking pictures of her silly-looking naked self, but you can't really tell from the pics that she's basically bald.
I also went and got myself a long-delayed pedicure, which would have been nicer if the staff hadn't been rushing me out of the place. No, seriously-- they actually threw me out! I was quite surprised, especially since I'd called ahead and they'd promised they'd be open until 6pm. They booted me at 4:45, but I guess you can't expect much from these cheap-o nail places. I'm just crossing my fingers that I don't catch some horrid nail fungus. I'd tried this place last year, though, and been happy with the results, so I figured it was worth a repeat visit. Note to self: go back on a Saturday, next time.
The French Open began this weekend, and I'm delighted ( although unsurprised ) that Novak Djokovic made it through the first round. The French Open is notorious for upsets, though, and there have already been a couple of surprises . . . no doubt, more are still to come.
As usual, I haven't yet caught up on my TV shows, although I did download the CW Android app for my phone. Maybe I'll watch an episode or two on the bus and make some inroads that way.
It's hard to think with this heat, actually. I wasn't prepared for summer to hit this hard and this soon.
I miss having access to a swimming pool. It's probably the only thing I miss about living in Delaware.
Huh, is that the time? I've got to finish the laundry and then pack for another week at Mom's house. BLECH. Eh, fine, off I go.