This will be a short post.
I can't find the energy or care to actually write anything.
Here's a photo round-up of recent times:
[Work; Eloise; a leopard]
Genius group costume
This past weekend was my friend, Emily's, birthday
& Kate came into town on her way to a business conference (ADULT).
Friday night, though I had work in the morning,
we went to The Rustic & Katy Ice House.
I wasn't planning on going, but Kate convinced me with this text:
She knows I'll do anything for a unicorn drink.
Emily's husband and Kate planned an AWESOME one-percenter themed party.
Everyone took is SO seriously and I have never had more fun.
It's not pictured here, but I wore a monocle.
Aaaaand I almost (drunkenly) cried at Whataburger because I couldn't find it
and apparently needed it to order.
Proud & mortified.
Sunday, my roommate & I went to the Dallas Arboretum
because she won free tickets.
Perfect timing because the Pumpkin Village was still there!
And I got to be Cinderella.
However wonderful the past couple of weekends have been, I ended on a sad note.
My best doggy friend died after 13 years of glorious pup-dom.
We've known for a while that the end was near,
so it wasn't a shock.
And yet I can't stop crying.
Is this a stupid reason to call in sick for work tomorrow?
I loved her more than I like most people, so in my mind, it isn't.
Rest in peace, baby girl.
Anyone who tells me that dogs don't go to heaven is getting their tires slashed,
in memory of Lady Godiva La Chocolat.
She would appreciate that.