my birthday is this friday and i'm not really looking forward to it at all. i'm looking forward to having a day off and maybe even to the free noodles & company lunch and baskin-robbins ice cream (thanks, birthday clubs!), but i'm really deep down sort of dreading my birthday. i don't want to be 27.
my fingernails are a source of great amusement to children under the age of ten.
the terrible twos are nothin' compared to children aged one-and-a-half.
i miss my dog more than is probably normal.
she's really turning into a good dog and it makes me sad that i'm not around every day to see how she's growing up from a rambunctious puppy into a nice girl. this past weekend we were at my mom and dad's and when i told her to go to her home so that i could go back to work at the end of lunchtime, she just walked right over to her cage. no protests or anything. just right over.