I’ve decided my end goal is to own a house in the woods. With enough space for 3-5 dogs and a bad ass library collection. With an upright piano and a pendulum wall clock and a shit ton of crap on my walls that says this bitch has lived and is interesting AF.
My uber driver was listening to a conservative podcast. He works 12hour days—the most allowed by Uber. He told me how he’s needs a shoulder replacement, how his family all has heart conditions, how his sister only makes $600/month. Make it make sense.
Stayed in today because one of our pups is under the weather. I can’t say enough how lucky I am to be married to someone who cares about our pups as much as I do.