I did not sob for an hour on the way to work one day last week because my dog simply could not stand for more than a minute without crumpling to the ground. The vet said he'd tell us when he's "ready to go." I haven't heard that yet. He still seems fairly content and not in any pain. And he's up walking today.
I did not forget to cover up Harold and Sam for the first frost. I mean, duh, I even had the fireplace flaming this week and still forgot! Thankfully, I think I can salvage them. I need 2 strong men to help me get them in the house. C'mon over.
I did not stay in my jammies and refuse to shower all day a week ago today. It was my first day off in months and I'm sure there's a PTO policy that one is allowed to be a dirt bag during that time.
I did not read Malachi four times before starting a podcast sermon series on it, only to completely misinterpret what that last book of the New Testament says. I'm really trying to bring out my inner Bible scholar, but I do believe God bestowed that gift on someone else (Christine, Justin, you're very blessed!)
Rock on, MckMama.