Or, I could have titled this, what a difference a year and shelling out a boat load of money makes.
These photos popped up in my time-hop app this morning. Does anyone else check their time hop first thing in the day to see what happened last year, the year before, the year before? No? You have a life? Well, dag-nabit.
Lolo called me from VA yesterday to catch up. She’s getting through with her classes and will graduate with her Master’s degree around the holidays. Doesn’t it feel like we just moved her into her apartment about a minute ago? And she’ll be done soon. She said to us over the summer that if she had known how easy getting your Masters was, she would have done it earlier. Me? I had a hard time getting through algebra.
Anyhoo, what I really wanted to say was she mentioned that I’ve not been blogging as much. I.dont.have.anything.to.say. Fo’rizzle.
But, if I were to say something, can I complain? The dogs. Ughhhh. Callie has been high maintenance for the past few weeks. She wakes up one to two times a night wanting to go out. It’s weird. She has an incredible bladder, I’ve always been so envious of her longevity between potty breaks. But now, she acts like she’s ingested gallons of liquid and needs to potty. I’ve followed her outside just to see what she is up to…nothing seems urgent. She doesn’t hit the first spot of grass and pee. She wanders pretty far, pee’s and then just wanders around the yard like it’s the middle of a friggin sunny afternoon. Is this dementia?
Last night, I took the dogs out at 10:45 and we went to bed. She woke me up at 12:30, I turn off the alarm and let her out. Then again at 3:30 she started whining. I let her out…but I was not able to fall back asleep until around 5-5:15. Guess who woke up at 5:30 whining? It was now Max’s turn. *good lord!* I let him out, put him back in his crate, and tried to sleep. Coach’s alarm went off at 6:15, he went into the bathroom to prep for the gym and guess who now started whining and toe-tapping on the tile floor; Callie! I silently wanted to remove all her toenails. Sorry PETA. I declared when I woke up that there will be no more dogs. I know I said last week I was in need of boxer butts, but I need my beauty sleep damnit. Plus, I’m cranky as a mo’ fo’ when I don’t get adequate sleep and the world needs less cranky people.
See. I have nothing to say.
Happy Wednesday. I hope ya’ll are getting your sleep on!