Excuse my absence as of late. I’ve been incredibly busy forcing my dogs to pose for photos, taking pictures of flowers with my iPhone, and eating pumpkin bread. I promise to be better.
While I was out:
It’s like I’m in college all over again.
If you follow me on Instagram, I’m sorry for the regurgitation.
Last night The Husband and I rescued a cat and reunited him with his human dad.You should know that I’m always on the hunt for lost animals so this was like the best night of my life.
We heard this incessant meowing coming from outside our bedroom window and after some investigation we found an orange furball stuck on our roof. Thus began the rescue process. We removed the screen and I heroically stuck half my body out the window while The Husband held on to the other half. Then I made a bunch of kissy noises until the cat creeped my way and I was able to grab him. I pulled him through the window and we cuddled for a while. It was an instant connection. He made himself at home, played with the dogs and purred on my lap before we reluctantly called the number on his tag. Then his dad came to pick him up and we had to say goodbye. It was a dramatic night with a bittersweet ending. We were really proud of ourselves.
Happy Friday the 13th!
Tank didn’t stay still long enough for me to take a decent picture.
We experienced a perfectly perfect summer weekend. What makes a weekend perfect?
The only thing that could have made it better would be a five-day weekend. Seriously! How many of you also have just Wednesday off for the Fourth of July? That doesn’t even give us time to recover from a hangover.
On Saturday morning I was taking a lazy stroll with Poppy when I noticed a tiny ball of fluff on the sidewalk. After closer inspection, I realized it was a baby bird that had fallen out of its nest. My heart broke you guys.
I ran home, grabbed my camera and proceeded to look like a lunatic taking photos of cement. I was also screaming at passerbys who came too close to stepping on my precious bird. I decided to rescue her.
I ran home again, Googled “what to do if you find a baby bird who has fallen out of its nest” and discovered that under no circumstances should I keep the bird as a pet. I could, however, try to put her back in her nest. I ran back to my bird determined to find the nest and save her life, but she wasn’t there. I shed a tear, said a small prayer for my bird and sulked all the way home. I will keep you in my heart forever little one.
photos via myself
This weekend, I did some heavy drinking with this family.
And fell 100 percent in love with this face, swollen eye and all.
And nursed a hangover with mojitos.
Seriously you guys, Irene and TH are crazy in the best way possible. They drink, they swear and they have dogs. Everything I want in friends. As expected The Husband and TH hit it off and may have done more talking than us ladies. See, you can make friends on the Internet.
And some iPhone pictures…
We cheated on our dogs with each other’s dogs.
So Irene, when can we hang out next?!
It’s actually embarrassing how much my life revolves around food and dogs. Good thing I’m secure with myself.
Our weekend was perfectly lazy…BBQ with friends, extra long naps, and two frozen yogurt runs. I even made The Husband watch the latest Twilight movie. We got halfway through it and decided that sleep sounded more appealing than watching Kristen Stewart try to act. How was your weekend?
It’s Friday thank God. This week I accomplished the following:
See, I can be tame. Also, where can I find this print of Ann-Margret in extra large? kthxbai.
Per my iPhone. Excuse this lazy post.
Two pomegranate margaritas led to a two hour nap on Sunday afternoon.
The Monster hanging out in his usual spot on the staircase.
Me and my ewok taking in the heat in Palm Springs.
My brother teaching me how to be cool.
All BBQs from this day forward should involve tequila and ginger ale.