Well it's that day - the day after a long holiday weekend. Painful? Check. Tiring? Check. Irritating and somehow mysteriously overwhelming? Check.
I had a great weekend, full of family, movies, good food (I'm still panting over SMD's accidental eggplant), and lots of laundry. Took the dog to the doggy park, where he cowered between my (or SMD's) legs, and only ventured out of his comfort zone to poop. Guess he's not the social butterfly I initially thought he was. He also [almost] got doggy-raped by an albino bulldog named BamBam.
Now I'm back at work, coming down a mysterious bug of some sort, and ready to throw in the towel. Literally.
I'm sure all will be well again after I eat lunch. Jamie + low blood sugar = extreme cranky-pants.
I had a great weekend, full of family, movies, good food (I'm still panting over SMD's accidental eggplant), and lots of laundry. Took the dog to the doggy park, where he cowered between my (or SMD's) legs, and only ventured out of his comfort zone to poop. Guess he's not the social butterfly I initially thought he was. He also [almost] got doggy-raped by an albino bulldog named BamBam.
Now I'm back at work, coming down a mysterious bug of some sort, and ready to throw in the towel. Literally.
I'm sure all will be well again after I eat lunch. Jamie + low blood sugar = extreme cranky-pants.
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