...to wonder why I sometimes smell dead things in and around my house, but can't find the source?
...to wish that the people that worked at the dry cleaner's next door would stop talking so loudly in the parking lot that I can hear them inside my house with the doors shut?
...to ponder letting the dogs out because I know they'd run to the fence and said dry cleaner employees would run screaming back into their building?
...to wait until the 16th to buy a new vacuum, making it a month and a half since my house has been vacuumed?
...to hope that I don't go overdrawn in my checking account before the 16th?
...to be anxious that today is exactly six months till my wedding! (thank you, Simon...)
The I Can't Even face. Y'all. How is it that things can go from zero to one hundred so fast when I'm not anywhere near where...
Granted, I have already published all of those books in the Proud Racer and Clobberpaws series about my dogs, but this little baby here is...
#nofilter #goodhairday Yep, that hashtag in the title means what you think it means. But that's not what I want to talk about today....