It's the 31st of March and it's snowing buckets.
So I need something to life my spirits. Don't get me wrong. It's not like I pine for hot weather. Anyone who knows me will tell you I simply long for a perfectly controlled 72 degree climate year round. But the following photo is definitely lifting my spirits. Take a peek:
Who's a good boy? Who's a gooooood boyyyyyyyy?
No. Not mine. Just another fine specimen in a series of canines leaving their muddy little paw prints on my heart. Awwwwwwwww.
Chester belongs to another neighbor. Word is really getting around. "You know that woman who never leaves her house? Apparently she's like some Dog Whisperer. And SHE'S FREE!"
I will tell you this much, but don't tell my other dogs: I love him. He is the only dog I've watched thus far that actually walks well on a leash. We took a nice walk this morning, just as the few flakes were starting to fall and my arm is still comfortably resting in its socket. Go Chester!
This past weekend was a big one. We had six 12-year-old girls over for Aidan's Big Birthday Sleepover Bash on Friday night. It is a very loud age. Very loud. But still really giggly and cute. So very different from when I was 12 and the girls I knew were keeping busy trying to score their next bong hit. Sad, but oh so true. (Mom, that's why I had to start hanging out with Molly. MUCH better influence than the girls who stole my lunch every day.)
Bring on the loudness. These are really good kids.
And the other bit of goodness?
I love buying presents for my kids that are really for me.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to practicing "Talk Dirty to Me" by Poison.
As the girls at the party would say, it's just so tight.