My life has been so one-track lately that it's totally boring to write about. Yes, Charlie is cute. Yes, he makes me laugh. But house-training is still not in his grasp (to be fair, he is only just about seven weeks old at this point in time). And so when I was driving down the road yesterday and saw a wet spot on the pavement, my very first, instantaneous thought was . . . that Charlie had peed in the wrong place again.
The wet spot on the pavement was a good 1/2 mile away from my home.
And all I could do was think about the puppy peeing.
I need a life.
Apropos of nothing above, I've planned a total blitz of unpacking this weekend. The bedroom and the dining room will be settled or I shall slit my wrists out in the horse pasture where no one can see the blood.
Okay, that's a little strong. But the unpacking WILL take place.
Have a great weekend!