I'm home! I'm home! I'm so happy to be here, even though my entire apartment is smaller than my room at my sister's house. (Sad, isn't it?)
I fell asleep on the couch last night at eight o'clock. I live such a rock n' roll lifestyle.
Right now I'm catching up on missed episodes of Dog Whisperer. Cesar Milan is such a badass. Like, I bet he's what God looks like. I fully expect him to meet me at heaven's gate when I get there.
UPDATE: I'm crying right now over Dog Whisperer. The owner of two yappy little Yorkies (a police officer) just got all teared-up because he feels like a failure as a dog daddy. He said, "I'm really emotional when it comes to kids and animals. I have a soft spot for people who can't defend themselves. That's probably why I'm a police officer." I think I love him.
UPDATE 2: I nurture Beverly's insecurity in the dog park. (She hates dog parks.) I allow her to sit on my lap and hide behind my legs.