Just so we're clear: my dog, who happily ran UP the stairs instead of into her kennel last night, required me to carry her back down the stairs this morning. Do you know how much it sucks to carry your 45 or 50 lb lab mix downstairs at 7 AM? #Ugh#Dogs
Laying in a trailer, listening to patrons camp. Drums. Hip-hip-huzzah. And...@ABBA? Which is really exciting, given that this is a renaissance festival.
My dad just mentioned that I should make bread pudding out of some crackers, cinnamon, sugar, butter, and the whiskey sauce we have in the fridge.
Sounds like a challenge to me.
Poor man's bread pudding coming right up...
Yesterday, I bought Christian Louboutin's. Today, my dog shit her bed and kennel to the point that I threw some things away. But I also just won free pizza for a year, and that might be the best thing that ever happened to me.