I should have asked Ellen and Dac for an ETA on the decision about the dog. Now I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY want to get one. I've been researching licenses and food and and microchips and crates and... well, you get the point. We even have a "play date" arranged this weekend to meet a BRT in the flesh. It might be just a wee bit petty, but a minuscule bit of my motivation might be the predicted reaction from Stuart's parents, which was "you should be saving for a down payment on a house." Sigh.
And it's not like I don't have a lot on my plate. Our first batch of assignments for Colour Theory are due tomorrow night; I have clients to treat; I have several sewing projects lined up including: curtains for Steve's theater room, a bbq cover, a couple of blouses, a couple of skirts and a coat; a should finish updating Stuart's race book; we have movies to watch and books to read and heaven forfend, but I wouldn't mind getting some sleep.
Is this what they call "life"?
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