Book club tonight. And no matter how big of a nerd I am, I’ve never been in a book club. Are we quizzed? Can we say we didn’t like to book if a friend chose it? Will we be graded?
The last thing I want to be is a deadbeat book club member. Especially because the club is comprised of work women.
Note to self: Don’t get too drunk on wine and start telling embarrassing/raunchy/ridiculous stories. Will come back to bite me in the ass.
I was going to do a whole photo-montage post of my new tile backsplash in the kitchen and Lulu looking cute in the background. BUT my stupid POS camera that I spent $300 on just a year ago BROKE. GAR ANGER THIS DAY SUCKS.
So you get this instead. Compliments of Schuyler’s camera.
The last thing I want to be is a deadbeat book club member. Especially because the club is comprised of work women.
Note to self: Don’t get too drunk on wine and start telling embarrassing/raunchy/ridiculous stories. Will come back to bite me in the ass.
I was going to do a whole photo-montage post of my new tile backsplash in the kitchen and Lulu looking cute in the background. BUT my stupid POS camera that I spent $300 on just a year ago BROKE. GAR ANGER THIS DAY SUCKS.
So you get this instead. Compliments of Schuyler’s camera.
I know I'm always mentioning my barfy little puppy. Here is proof. One morning after breakfast. At least she made the tile in the bathroom. In this picture she's smelling the floor and saying, "Hey guys, I'm hungry again."
P.S. The damn cats ruin all of our laundry baskets. Tres chic.
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