post for my sister. from the same mister.

Do you want to hear a cute story? Much to my dismay, my sweet pup likes Mr. B more than me. As much as I don't want to believe it, it's true. And he didn't even have to tell me. Let me give you an example as to how I know.

 

When I get home from work, he comes stretching out from underneath the deck covered in dirt.
When Mr. B is coming home from work, he showers, puts on deodorant, and goes out to the driveway and waits patiently. It's happened 3 days now. 3!

I bought some treats for him and I'm half tempted to hide them from Mr. B so I can start catching up to be the favorite again. This is serious, you hear me?

Okay fine, it's really not. But that's about the extent of how much I pay attention to my dog. It's sad. If you talk about me to other people telling them I'm some crazy lady, will you please also tell them that my birthday is coming up and I want a killer pair of boots?

Kthanks.

Speaking of boots! This has nothing to do with boots, but it has to do with jeans. I swear skinny jeans sometimes (I'm pretty sure Mr. B is beginning to like them for reals) and I read that athletic build body types should NEVER wear skinny jeans because it actually makes them look short and stumpy.

....oh.

 



This weekend is packed with my parents being in town, going to a wedding outside, and going to pick out mums with my Mom because it'll remind us of wedding planning last year and all the stress that was had because of mums.

Mums with my Mom. Say that 3 times fast.

Have a great weekend!


p.s. I named this post 'post for my sister' because she harassed me all morning to blog. She kept sending texts that said

BLOG OR I'LL SEND YOU A PICTURE OF JIMMY!
BLOG OR I'LL KICK YOU IN THE SHINS!
BLOG OR I'LL ORDER YOU A DIET PEPSI INSTEAD OF A DIET COKE!

It was intense.