I’m not going to this afternoon’s celebration of life, after all: I’ve been on the fence since I got the FB event invitation (when I posted yesterday I was still talking myself into it), and now that the day is here I’ve realized that I’m not up for it. It’s possible that going would be a positive thing, but there’s a much higher likelihood of awkwardness/phoniness and I just don’t have the energy. And since there’s a 99% chance no one else will give a crap, I’ve already changed my event response and notified the person who invited me.
Instead, I’m seriously thinking about going to the grocery store in a little while just to look for more no-sugar-added apple turnovers.
It’s cold, windy, and cloudy here, too, and the only thing better than spending the afternoon on the couch with Bailey and my Kindle would be an apple turnover or two.
Several years ago, Bailey got really sick and was on a high dose of steroids for a while: because of the increased appetite and thirst she couldn’t always “hold it” overnight or give me enough warning, and she seemed to always target the living room, so I bought some large waterproof, washable pads to protect the area rug. After she recovered I wasn’t able to break her of the habit of sometimes using the pads*, so they’ve been part of our routine ever since…and whenever I have to wash them, I say that I’m doing “doggy laundry.” ![]()
*She’s a very good dog/completely housebroken during the day, and doesn’t always use the pads. It’s kind of weird situation. But, honestly, most of the time I’d rather do extra laundry than get woken up/have to go outside in the middle of the night.
Sounds a little like the dip my BFF makes, with layers of chili and cheese. Sooooo good!