There are so many things that you just don't admit, much less post on your blog, that I have nothing to talk about this week. If you asked me if I did that, I'd have to admit that,"yes, I did that..." with a vague look over your shoulder...unless of course, it was fun, and then, it wasn't me. So what can I tell you?
This week, a seventy three year old woman and her forty six year old son moved a desk for me. How pitiful is that? You can only guess, but I know first hand. The final result is that the library is now complete, which is really nice, actually. If you're looking for me, that's probably where I'll be, unless of course, I actually put my laundry away-hey, it could happen.
In the meantime, it snowed about six inches yesterday. It was so beautiful. The trees still have their leaves, so it was very impressive even though the trees did not appreciate it. Coco and Fluffy didn't care for it either. It was really fun to watch Coco though. He went out the back door, stepped in the snow and turned back around to come inside again. He seemed to actually think that he wouldn't go out to pee until it was gone. His thought bubbles were very easy to compose. When I finally tired of opening the door for him, I walked him to the grass (less than six feet out the door) and he realized that the world made sense again. It's not easy being him.
Today, the snow melted off of just about everywhere. The roads were completely clear and it was safe to go get groceries again. It isn't really fair of me to portray my life as so mundane, okay, so maybe it is, but it doesn't seem appropriate to tell you all that Coco has had a bad reaction to some kibble which resulted in gas so bad that it would remove wall paper. I ended up making him chicken and rice, which he loves. Do I have to admit that I am now cooking for my dog? Yes, I did that...
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