Last week was not my favorite in the work department. On Thursday morning I sat in my car in the parking garage for a few minutes willing myself to actually walk into the office. And then I got out, and was standing at the passenger side of the car getting my laptop bag and coffee, and it was so windy that the car door blew into my head.
I literally saw stars.
My first thought was I'M BEING MUGGED but after I remembered it was an especially blustery day, I just headed into the office and thought "please, get me to the weekend."
I did indeed make it to the weekend, and it was a busy one. Friday was Matt's birthday, Saturday I had a bridal shower, then Matt's parents came over for dinner, and on Sunday we had my family over for a birthday brunch for my dad.
You can see Annie was feeling especially crazy.
Speaking of craziness and Sundays, last Sunday my parents went to visit Emily at college so I was in charge of watching Pearl.
Pearl is now four months old and let me tell you, she is a wild thing. She eats your shoes, both while they are off AND while they are still very much on your feet.
She bounds through the pond without a care.
And she would rather eat her bed than sleep in it.
My mom and I frequently walk at a local trail after work, and now Pearl has joined our walking club. She has never met a person she doesn't ABSOLUTELY ONE HUNDRED AND TEN PERCENT LOVE and practically hops on her hind legs across the path to get to someone. You can almost hear her saying, "PET ME, PET ME, OH PLEASE PET ME."
It's a little embarrassing.
She graduated from puppy kindergarten a few weeks ago and immediately took a giant bite out of the bottom corner of her diploma, which is proudly hanging on the fridge at my parents' house.
It reminds me of my junior year of high school when they would hang my D+ physics homework on the fridge.
I wouldn't say they were proud of the D+, but when it comes to physics, everything is relative.
(Just a little physics humor.)
(And that's why I became an English major).
Anyway, the only time Pearl is somewhat calm is when it's time to go in her crate. Then she flattens herself completely against the ground, and shimmies along the ground to her crate.
I can't tell you how much time I spent luring her into her crate with a pieces of hot dog last Sunday.
Maybe I'm the crazy one.