First, there was the doing nothing. Gracie helped me out with that on Friday night, which was greatly appreciated. It can be a big task to take on by yourself, but thankfully, my pupster was right by me, helping me carry that burden. I don't even remember Saturday morning. It was a blur of lazy and nap until about 1 or so. Doesn't that sound like the most fantastic day ever so far? I even had on my favorite sweatshirt!
We spent a couple of hours at the dog park that afternoon and made some really wonderful doggy/people friends. This gorgeous yellow lab showed up and her people brought her into the small dog park which had me all kinds of irritated and ready to offended because hello?! SMALL dog?! Well, the universe checked me right quick because this was the sweetest, most harmless giant dog I'd ever met. Gracie pranced her sassy self right into the middle of the park and bark bark barked her head off, desperately trying to get this lab's attention, and that polite girl did not even look Gracie's way. Gracie is terrified of any and all dogs so this act of bravery was new to me, but I suspect she was showing off for Ernest the Pomhuahua because really, wouldn't you do the same? By the end of our visit, Gracie and Lady the lab were BFF, bonded by their mutual fear of each other and everything else.
Something about lazy days at the dog park make me want to go to the grocery store to get food for dinner. Or maybe it's the whole not grocery shopping for like 2 weeks so there's nothing in the pantry except for a jar of salsa and a can of butter beans that makes me want to go to the store, I don't know. I was totally gross, of course, after spending hours in the wind and dirt and grass, hugging on dogs of different shapes and sizes and political backgrounds, and really, I just had no business being seen by the public eye. But man, Whole Foods has some reeeeally good egg salad that sounds perfect right about now. So I hopped in the car with the dirty, grassy workout clothes, and the eyebrows that hadn't been tended to in
Ladies. Here is what I need you to help me understand: Where is it written in the laws of the cosmos, that when you are wearing a FLUORESCENT PURPLE scrunchy from when you were 15 AND rocking some
Stupid egg salad.