pictures from my day.
I tried to take a picture of me recycling a ~soulmate~ can today but the machine sucked it out of my hand. I actually recycled 9 soulmate cans today. see ya later soulmates! For weeks I’ve been wondering why I’ve never seen a mom or dad can and today I realized, as I was counting soulmate cans, mom and dad cans seem to only be diet coke cans. that’s really weird.
I saw this bottle when I was having lunch on Monday
and when I turned the bottle around to read the back label it said
Reader, I drank him.
( I didn’t he was too spendy)
It’s Good Mustache Thursday. I’ll handle the mustaches, you handle something else, and we might just get the hang of Thursday!
lately I’ve been fascinated with sunbeams that break through the canopy of trees and shine down on a tiny spot of the dark woods. And for a couple days Jazz has been fascinated with that cement tube. She thinks that there is something in there that she can become friends with, or eat, or that will rip her face off.
She’s probably right.
yesterday was a good deer day.
here’s a picture of Jazz pooping and some pictures peeking into the animal exhibits that I never go into because I always have a pooping dog with me.
the walk was nice
my attitude and mood is still abysmal, maybe this is just my personality. I’m in ~the old bear pit~ again.
Jazz and I took a tour of the estate.
it took about 3 minutes.
droplets of sweat, all I am is droplets of sweat.
Jazz is trying to convince me to go back for a crumb of bread that she found. She was completely unbothered that a colony of ants had found the crumb first. I had enough “fun” flicking angry dying ants out of her muzzle the first time so,
"NO. THAT IS NOT OUR BREAD! LEAVE IT!"