Hey, who's that little fellow?

That little guy? I wouldn't worry about that little guy.

Seriously, that's my first yellow squash. Good times!

Last weekend, we dogsat for my parents' dog, Casey. She's a big beautiful golden retriever. I really wanted to get a nice picture of all three dogs together. (Casey and my 2, Phoebe and Sadie) I spent all afternoon trying to get them to pose and hold still.

Here's the best one:



And here's another one:



Next time I'm going to try to get them wearing the same outfit...

Here's my dilemma... Should I go and get the somewhat healthy meal of a chicken wrap with lots of veggies? Or go and get me a big ass Italian sub from my favorite local sub shop? They are both pretty tasty and satisfying. And both cost the same.
 
If I get the wrap, I'll feel good and energetic and be productive for the rest of the afternoon. I'll go home, all ready to finish the laundry and other assorted household chores and be motivated enough to make a healthy dinner from scratch. There might even be the desire to go for a bike ride later on in the evening.  
 
If I get the Italian sub, I'll feel good and full for the first hour, but then I'll descend into a post-lunch funk where I'll want to curl up under my desk (Costanza-style) and take a nap. Nothing will really get done for the rest of the day and I'll go home early and sit on the couch for the rest of the night, neglecting the laundry and weeding that needs to be done. Dinner will probably either be pizza delivery or a quart of ice cream.
 
What's my decision? Viva la Italian Sub!

My garden is starting to bear fruit. (Or vegetables) The peas are growing and I seem to have a shitload of tomatoes coming in. Look at me, I'm growing my own food. I would've taken pictures, but I'm embarrassed at the amount of weeding that needs to be done and that I've been avoiding so I can stay inside and watch Lifetime movies about child abuse and teen prostitution. My favorite movie was the one where some 14 year old caught the syphilis from giving her slutty man-whore boyfriend some oral pleasure. Then it turns out that the whole school pretty much had the syphilis from this one guy. What a bunch of teen whores, they should change the name to Syphilis High. But then I was a big dork in high school, who no one wanted to give the syphilis to. And I'm totally ok with that. Ok, I've gotten so far off track here. How do you go from tomatoes to syphilis?

Yeah speaking of syphilis*, I got an email from my exboyfriend last week. The one who said that he never wanted to get married. Well, guess who's engaged? I am happy for him, because I've moved on to a much better happier saner place, but the really immature part of me is pissed because I wanted to be engaged first. And I think the fact that I've acknowleged that fact is extremely healthy. I think I deserve a 7 Coronas and some super nachoes for my efforts.

[* totally a joke. He doesn't have the syphilis. He didn't give me the syphilis, and I've never had the syphilis.]

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