Off to wrangle some cattle
Our flight to Austin leaves in about two hours, and here are my plans for the next several days:
1. Drool.
2. Wipe that drool on my sleeve.
This has been perhaps one of the most stressful weeks of my life, and I can't believe I'm even standing right now, and here I am headed to a five-day party where people walk around just handing you canisters of liquor. There is a lot to look forward to about this weekend, but you want to know what I am most excited about? We don't have to take a puppy outside to poop in the middle of the night. For four nights in a row. I will be doing so much sleeping that there won't be any more sleeping left in the world. So if you wake up suddenly on Saturday night and find that you can't get back to sleep, I'm sorry, I took all of it, and I'm not giving it back.
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Heather talks about overcoming depression on today's Momversation.
- Leta: "STOP FOLLOWING ME, COCO!"
I wonder where she picked up that exclamation.
- Me: "Hey Marlo, here's a vibrantly colored, squeaky toy made specifically for your age group!"
Marlo: "Got any knives?"
- @makeandtakes my pleasure! Had a great time with you guys!
