I’m not sure whether I’m proud or embarrassed to admit that we retrieved our final items, out of storage, over the weekend. You know, since we closed and moved into the new house a full two months ago.

Ginger had bun-bun smelling just the way she liked it. And now I’m in trouble for this new clean scent wafting from bun-bun.

A week or so before we closed on that house, it dawned on me that I had never soaked in that tub, and maybe I should. And then my superstitions got the better of me, figuring that something was bound to happen, probably a water leak. Best not to tempt fate.

Maybe that should be the new friendship litmus test:
screams with excitement for you = keep
stares without acknowledging your new look = cut.them.loose.

I suggested ten trees. Keith looked at me like I was crazy. And now that they’re in, and they look spectacular, more seems like a good idea.

Wanna know what hurts? When your dog bolts through a not totally open doorway, while you’re holding her leash, causing you to smash face first into the door frame.