Old photobooth photos. Katie, Chuck, and me.
What the hell, FedEx?
Daniel and I came home from doing an errand for my parents and Chuck was squinting, with watery eyes, his face was messed up a bit, smelled a bit weird, and he was going crazy like he does after a bath usually (running around, trying to get stuff out of his ears/eyes and clawing the couches). So, in comforting him, I kissed his head like I normally would. My lips started to burn a bit. Daniel came outside, where I was with Chuck, and said his lips were burning and he had a sore throat (my sore throat was unnoticed by me, because I’ve had one), and he kissed Chuck, too. When we got home we had a package on our bench from FedEx. So we came to a conclusion…
Thanks a ton, FedEx guy, for pepperspraying my dog. I’m sorry you’re intimidated by a 10 pound, 10 year-old terrier-chihuahua that does nothing but lay around and sleep all day and only gets up for cheese. Never mind the fact that there was clearly nobody home as there were no cars outside our house, at 3:30pm, with our dog outside. Obviously you couldn’t have left it outside the fence or against our garage. No seriously, come onto our private property and pepperspray our dog. Totally fine.
Sooo…this happened today.
Chuckie is my favorite.
Right in my wheel house. Loved this. Fantastic metal drummer snarl at 1:35
Wow.
The cymbal chokes
I laughed so hard I was crying.
While visiting my family this past weekend, my dad snapped this photo of me and our dog asleep. This is one of my favorite things ever.
Finding old photos. My sister and our doggy.
I just needed to put this somewhere.
