The Honey Pot
I somehow managed to delete the picture of my walk with Jazz this morning. It involved running and a lot of sweat and me looking at my legs and feet and thinking “I hope that stuff is mud” and pulling tons of thorny stickers off the both of us.
It was a good walk.
and now Dog Cousin Sleepover Party is in full effect.

I somehow managed to delete the picture of my walk with Jazz this morning. It involved running and a lot of sweat and me looking at my legs and feet and thinking “I hope that stuff is mud” and pulling tons of thorny stickers off the both of us.

It was a good walk.

and now Dog Cousin Sleepover Party is in full effect.

He says nothing unusual happened yesterday at all.
But Jazz and I remember. And I’m pretty sure Jazz thinks the only way the house can be cleansed is with fire. I think it would be wiser to just move.

He says nothing unusual happened yesterday at all.

But Jazz and I remember. And I’m pretty sure Jazz thinks the only way the house can be cleansed is with fire. I think it would be wiser to just move.

Ugh. He’s being super pitiful.

Ugh. He’s being super pitiful.

I cannot figure out what he might have gotten into. He’s been supervising me folding laundry but I need to walk Jazz soon. I’m going to take him with us, it probably won’t hurt and it might reduce my floor scrubbing time for the day.

Filtered so I don’t have to look at all my mosquito bites.

we are all tired.

Today went a little better. I got some sleep last night. I managed to make a meal for myself today that wasn’t just strawberries or ice cream (I’ve made an impressive dent in the box of strawberries)

Bowie is a fussy and slow eater which doesn’t really work when staying with Jazz. I give him lots of alone time with his food on the porch but sometimes he just doesn’t eat. I had planned to let him be at his house for several hours today. Sleep on his own couch, maybe eat out of his dish.

I took him home, let him play in his yard a bit ( I also wish I could leave him in his yard but he’s a fence jumper. He doesn’t want to run. He just likes to remind everyone that he has no boundaries.) Walked Jazz at the park. When I got home with Jazz I saw that a big storm was about to hit us. I finished up cooking and packaging her food and then went back to Bowie’s house to get him. I got back home just in time to stand in the yard with the dogs, one last time, before the storm hit.

It’s been raining for hours.

I’m really out of practice using TVs when I pick up the remote to play the next episode of Alias, I hit the power button, I’ve done it like three times.

I just have to take trash out at house #3 and then I’m calling this day DONE.

emergency [full] cloud infusion.

Bowie and I just did some yard time while Jazz naps.

I’m so sorry if this posts twice. I tried to post from the park ( a thing I do all the time) and it vanished.

UncleDucey was gone for a few hours but I didn’t get vacuuming or any plastering done. just laundry and only part of the dog food.

I’m already starting to panic that I don’t have enough time to get things done and that’s just unacceptable. I need to calm down.

Anyway, I took them on a horribly short walk. Today, if I try really hard, I might just be able to meet basic needs.

Usually when I take pictures with the dog cousins, I yell, “family picture!” but today they know “Channing Tatum is to blame!”

I passed on reblogging multiple Tom Hardy posts in the past few days. I just turned down dinner being brought to me. I HOPE I MAKE IT THROUGH THIS. pfft.

We just got back from AuntPretty1’s house and there is a bit of water in the basement. not unusual but…just BUTT. watching three houses, none of them mine, isn’t the thrilling funventure that it used to be… did it ever used to be? idk. I have to go feed the neighbor girl’s guppies.