(It is almost 4pm here is Mountain Standard Time.)
I’ll stay away from the depressing post today, not opting for a continuation on the misery that was my father’s funeral. I’ll save that for another day. Today I will opt for the boring post. A little view into my silly world on a semi sorta lazy Saturday afternoon.
That being said, after a long day at the gallery yesterday, I did have a decent night with my husband and our dog Mo.
Now I have had Mo for 7 and a half years. My husband … he was never a dog guy. After meeting and getting to know Mo, he is SO a Mo guy. But Mo is a rather unique dog. Strangers always walk up and want to touch him. He is sweet, kind, very human in his own way, and always a pleasure to have around.
They say that after a while owners and their pets tend to resemble one another. I have to admit, that this seems the case with my husband and Mo. Here are some examples from last night.
(The middle one is my personal favorite.)
He of course feels the same way about me and Mo, and thinks that Mo and I resemble each other pretty often. He recently found this old photo from about a year ago.
(It appears that Mo and I were relaxin’.)
Today we started out rather late. My husband has a lot of work to do on a project that needs to be shipped out by Wednesday. He asked me to come over and try to get some of my own things done while he worked. Things on my “To Do” list, like, #58: Repair serial killer collaged motorcycle helmet and ship it to Juancho. I did a few home type chores, and then headed over.
In the process, we exchanged a few of the ridiculous texts that we always do. I would love to be a stranger that hijacked our phones.
(Yeah yeah, I did have a typo in there.)
I left the house and drove to the shop. He ran across the road and greeted me in the parking lot. Now, as I type this, he resides in his natural habitat.
(I have no idea why that photo came out fuzzy.)
I have this insane list of “To Do’s” and I really need to get started on them, but I so don’t feel like it. I had bad thoughts and dreams again last night. Kept me up a lot of the night, I was oddly a little on edge even before all of that. I’d like to hope that my husband does not spend the whole damn day working, and that we get SOME time together.
I of course still have to tear through the list of stuff. Right now I have so far accomplished, #57: Start writing blog post. Sorry that it isn’t very interesting. Somewhere in my head I have some interesting stories to tell, but right now you just get a portrait of my day (and I’m not at my comfy bistro table where ideas abound.)
So there you have it, let me slam some things off my list, and maybe, just maybe I will be back.