Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Ennui 2

Sometimes it hits suddenly - that feeling of wanting to curl up into a ball and do nothing as the rest of the world marches on. Even going to the basement to get more paper towels or sorting through the mail seems unfathomable.

Sometimes it vanishes as quickly as it arrived. Other times it lingers, weighing heavily on everything and requiring a Herculean effort to shake off.

Friday, September 25, 2015

Yay Friday!!!

It's Friiiiiddaaaaayyyy! TGIF! I say this as though I have big and exciting plans. You know what I have planned? I'm going to recaulk my bathroom. This will likely involve lots of cussing and a big mess that I'll have to pay someone to fix.

Being a grownup sucks sometimes. Being a homeowner grownup really sucks sometimes.

On that happy note, have a great weekend everyone!

Friday, September 4, 2015

Fountain of Youth

I always like to joke (and by joke, I mean say with a smile but deep down really really mean it) that if I ever found the Fountain of Youth I'd make sure Sunny & Rosy got some too.

Been thinking about how much older the girls look since I first got them. Sunny will be turning 11 and Rosy will be turning 6 in October. Why do they have to get old so quickly?! Stay young and live forever!

Thursday, September 3, 2015

Summer (with pugs)

Summer! I shake my first at your hot & humid gross weather & mosquitoes!

I have probably over two dozen mosquito bites on my legs. My legs. That's not even counting the ones I've gotten on my arms, my neck, my back, and my ear (Ear?! Who does that?!).  I don't want to spray myself each time I walk the dogs (that's at least 3x a day) and the natural alternatives don't work (my mosquitoes laugh at citronella, lavender, lemongrass, etc.), so now I'm covered in bug bites.

People tell me to just keep moving all the time when I'm outside, but that's easier said than done with an extremely stubborn, lazy, easily distracted senior pug. Sometimes she even sits in the middle of the sidewalk, the street, or neighbors' yards. So frustrating. But she's old, sweet, and had such a rough first few years before I adopted her, so I let her get away with it. I just smile at her cute face and scratch my millions of big bites.

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

And They Called It Drumstick Love

"Hi. My name is Rosy and I'm a drumstick-aholic."

I don't know why Rosy is so obsessed with Sunny's drumstick, but it's her absolute favorite toy in the whole wide world. She loves it, adores it, treasures it. She loves both drumsticks, but tends to favor Sunny's left one. And Sunny, being a good sport and used to dealing with crazy puppies from her breeding past, lets Rosy play with it for a little bit until she gets so annoyed she nibbles on Rosy's neck roll like a corn cob. (Endless entertainment with these two!)

It's a love story for the ages.