all our bed are belong to Stella
Even the ones she doesn't fit in.
Please make a note of it.
Last week my brother rescued a dog.
Meet Lord Dilsworth Von Beudol:
Dilly for short, he was this bag of bones on Friday:
My brother was making a delivery on Thursday, and to make a long story short, the dude was taking the dog to the pound that afternoon because he just wasn't living up to the dog he was meant to replace and he couldn't figure out why he was so skinny. A year and a half old dog purebred dachshund!
and by the following Wednesday, with some consistent food and water we get almost a completely different animal:
One of my brothers closest friends is keeping him so we get to keep the sweet little guy close.
Going to a wedding tomorrow. My oldest friends little brother. I'm having trouble calling her my best friend at the moment, because I think she's being a butthole.
If I'm going to be fair about it though she's been a butthole for a number of years.
She's not going to be there, she didn't feel invited enough to come up from LA.
Whatever.
Going camping 4th of July weekend, in the wilds of the Wenatchee National Forest, hopefully we'll have time to get some dirt bikes running. Either way though, I can't wait, haven't been out there in far too long considering I spent nearly a month there every summer for most of my life. Weekend of dirt boogers here I come!
Going insane the rest of the time.
Our house is dirty.
It's also not done.
I want cake.