Every afternoon, without fail, our neighbor takes her basset hound for a walk. She does this, while also carrying a tiny, froo-froo dog in the crook of her arm where her elbow meets her ribs....and every afternoon, without fail, my dogs bark wildly as if the entire cast of Walking Dead is knocking on our door.
Bark! Bark! Terrorists! Bark! Bark!
But then, yesterday, we had people come work on the yard, and Scarlett was not having any of it. Her little muzzle was wet from outside...and she was all crazy-eyed.
Noel was just beside herself.
Those girls were bringin' the noise at Them There' Strangers, and I have to admit, I didn't really mind it, and the truth of the matter is, it made me feel really quite safe.
I am following both Kylie & Kendall Jenner on Instagram, and I HATE MYSELF for it. I'm stealing this from a t-shirt I saw on Pinterest, but good grief, someone needs to get those girls bath robe and a Bible. Also, there are days where I feel like 3/4 of my Instagram feed is nothing but French Bulldogs. So. There's that.
This is the first August since I was 5 years old that August means ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. No school supplies...no Open House Nights to attend. No class lists. No schedules.
Hm. I am still trying to decide how I feel about that, but I am putting up The Bravest Front I can manage.
I am honestly kind of having an identity crisis...to the point that I am worried people are going to start screening my phone calls.
I want to send a text message to the world, "I JUST DON'T KNOW WHO I AM ANYMORE!"
But I know, Holy Smokes, I am the only one who can answer that.
I went to Starbucks...and then later Panera because Starbucks was absolutely freezing (as was Panera, by the way) to work on some thangs' that just weren't getting done at home .
I am, in a word, overwhelmed. But...we'll get there.
This morning, I woke up with a weight on my shoulders and a cloud over my head, and I ordered a venti iced coffee (again, Brrr.....) and thought about how nowadays, I just need a healthy dose of courage and enough Avett Brothers to appease the masses.
Love and Play on, Boys. Play on.
Hi. I feel like I have been over-the-top-dog-mother this week. Have you SEEN my Instagram? I'm totally-totally sorry but kind of not that really. This is an old shot (hence the winter wear).