It's drunk and I'm late, ah ha ha ha ha ha.
My iPod just died or I would still be out swaying in the dark living room, singing along to the quietest songs I could find so as not to wake my neighbors.
It's been a busy... I don't want to know when or what my last blog post was. You know what, though? I am well. It's been late, full nights for a while and I was running out of momentum, but I am crash landing on a nice, soft bed of a three day weekend, followed by a visit from the best kind of friend, which is an old friend. Nine days off. One down, eight to go. My first day off was spent visiting friends and dogs at a fundraiser for the Humane Society. I met an Irish Wolfhound, and talking to his owner did not diminish my extreme desire to adopt one in the slightest. This dog is 200 pounds and eats only 3-4 cups of dog food a day! He was a love, and very attached to his owner. Sigh...
I took Riley with me, and she did great. We took lots of breaks in the shade, but she didn't snap at any dogs and invited lots of people to pet her. Many people went out of their way to tell me she was adorable.
The event was pretty busy, and I got a ton of brochures and freebies. We were walking along the sidewalk when Riley turned left and sat down directly in front of a booth handing out cookies. Lots of booths were giving out cookies, but this one was stocked solely with packages full of free cookie samples. That's my girl.
For the rest of my day, I spent it with some great company, had great eats, and a marvelous time.
That's all you're getting out of me.
I was up super late last night watching the first episode of Firefly on Netflix, and tonight is getting pretty late, so I am going to pass out now and wake up whenever the hell I feel like it.
Nice, nice, nice.
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