On the left side of the sanity bell curve
I think I need a writing schedule. Lots of stuff happened this past week with Tucker's job and maybe a new job and Mom was here this weekend and we had a HUGE storm last night and now it's 30 degrees colder than it was yesterday but know what? That's about all I want to say ...
It's times like these when I wish I could poof Sophie into an eleven year old girl for fifteen minutes so I could thoroughly mortify her with this picture. Instead, I'll have to settle with giggling at my cleverness and petting the old ass dog. Happy birthday, Sophie. I'm glad you're not dead.
Comments