It’s a pug-in-nook kind of day.
Yesterday I worked both jobs. Some 2-job days are better than others. This was one of the less-good ones. So today, I was kind of blah. My feet hurt, and I didn’t get a lot of sleep. (More snoring and more subconscious bed shaking…. I even took a video to show B how it sounded. Actually I say in the video that it will be used as evidence when I kill him. Then I say that he needs to buy me earplugs or leave the TV on, and that I’m so exhausted, I’m actually unimpressed. Clearly, I was tired.)
So my blah-ness today led me to a lack of blogging material. This doesn’t happen often but when it does, it hits hard. I know I have the NJ recap to do, but it’s such a huge, picture-heavy post, that I don’t have the energy right now.
My next Old Navy day is pretty much all night Saturday. Boo hiss. So maybe NJ post tomorrow?
I wanted to tell you all that I really don’t think you all know how much your comments mean to me. They help my blah days feel full of love and happiness. They break up my day and make this all so worthwhile. I really can’t believe people tune in for my lil ole blog!
Anyways… right now, I am catching up on some favorite beers and shows with my hubby. Who I didn’t see at ALL yesterday. He was up early, before I woke up, then was asleep before I got home. B sent me the most loving texts about how much he missed me, and it’s wonderful to just veg and enjoy his company.
Oh, and of course, the company of three pugs.
One of whom likes to put her head right in the armpit/boob nook that you get while your arm is up.
In the pictures I took, you can see her scar right next to her right eye (on your left) and above her nose fold. It stretches across her fold and up a bit, where it looks a little dark pink. Sophie had cancer. She had a Mast Cell Tumor that was detected stage one. It came after Dixie had a similar stage 1 tumor removed from on her butt-hole. LITERALLY. Dixie likes to keep it awkward. Both were removed successfully and both my girls are survivors. I feel sad for them when I see their scars, but look at Sophie… she doesn’t know.
All she knows is that she’s perfect. And I agree.