I thought I saw my face on the side of a milk carton and thought it was a good time to pop in and say: I’ve not gone missing. I’m here… lurking.
I like to read other blog posts chronologically and because of my recent trip (!), I’ve had to go through a week’s worth of blogs and at that point, I feel like it’s a bit weird to start liking and commenting on such posts. Maybe I’m wrong, but that’s just how my brain works.
I have many an update, but no one update is enough for it’s own post, so I figured I’d just share a rundown of what’s been going on. Continue reading
I’ve made a recent realization that I’m an adventurer. I’ve always enjoyed traveling and participating in fun outings, but because those things didn’t happen very often for me (or so I thought…), I never considered myself worthy of the description. But after the past couple of weeks, I think I’ve earned the title.
Friday, March 2nd, 6:30am: I’m all packed for Kentucky! The dogs’ overnight bag is packed. Fella just needs to pack, we load up the car after work and hit the road to go visit our friend for a few days. I’m so ready for a mini vacation.
Friday, 8:20ish am: I get a text from Fella: “Kentucky friend/host has strep.” Well fuck! The last thing he needs is visitors and the last thing I want on my mini vacay is strep! Guess our trip is cancelled. Continue reading