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pockets full of treats

My life has changed a bit in the last week and a half. These recent days have consisted of searching for poop in the grass with my cell phone flashlight at nighttime, [unsuccessfully] guarding my delicate lady shoes from sharp vampire teeth, keeping smelly food pellets hidden in my coat pockets, and celebrating extravagantly when the word “sit” is obeyed on command.

That’s right, yinz, Aaron has turned into a dog!

Awww, c’mon, don’t worry, friends! I’m just kidding!

I actually now have my very own PUPPY! This new reality especially makes the 11-year-old in me extremely joyful, albeit also pretty tired. (People were NOT lying about puppies needing to pee a lot.)

My little fluffy buddy is named Reggie, which is obviously short for Sir Reginald Wattersmith, and he loves to eat and chew on everything. He’s also a needy little whiner who always wants attention. And he also is super playful with people and kind to other dogs.

Here’s Reggie last Wednesday on the way to our home for the first time—as you can see, he’s thrilled (meanwhile I’m literally crying with happiness):

But then here’s Reggie settling in and playing with one of his toys:

I just adore this guy. He’s such a gift, and I still, even a week later, am in awe of the fact that he’s a part of our family.

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my ideal day (v.1)

I asked a few people in my small group this evening what an “ideal day” looked like for them, from beginning to end. It only seems fair for me to try to answer my own questions from time to time, right?

Version #1 (assumes a sunny and warm summer day)

7:30am: Wake up, brush teeth, grab some coffee from the kitchen (that I would have made the night before), and drink my coffee in bed while reading articles/pinning things on Pinterest.

8:30am: Shower, minimal make-up, and put on a casual flowy dress or skirt. Pack a bag with books and a notebook and headphones. Eat a bagel or a smoothie for breakfast. Put iced coffee in a travel mug.

9:30am: Bike to the library. Do some minimal browsing but then set up shop at a table with all the stuff in my backpack and read and write for hours.

1:30pm: Bike back home and eat some lunch–nothin’ fancy, maybe a turkey sandwich, Goldfish crackers, a banana, and Fig Newtons?

2:30pm: Pick up some iced coffee. Go for a walk with husband at a forest preserve.

4:30pm: Go to Trader Joe’s and pick up ingredients for a stir-fry, as well as some wine.

5:30pm: Make and eat the stir-fry for dinner while watching a funny movie or TV show.

8:30pm: Walk into town and go to one of the local bars. See if some friends want to join as well. Order a soft pretzel, beer, and watch/sing-along to a local cover band. Stay for the band’s entire set.

12:30am: Go home, drink a ton of water, put on Comedy Bang Bang on Netflix, then fall asleep.

The End.