Please, please hire me. My crazy is getting worse. You know it’s bad when you can recognize that your crazy has reached a new level. I’ve gone from “charmingly quirky” to “super duper neurotic” over the past five months.
Know how I know? Today Atreyu and I had a discussion about my new pair of socks that have aloe on the inside and are meant for “cozy weather” and how I bet he’d love to have some little doggy socks like that.
And then I remembered, like I ACTUALLY REMEMBERED, that he’s a dog and can’t talk back to me. Fuuuuucccckkk.
I ran out of things to talk about with my dog today. That’s the saddest thing I’ve ever had to type, and I had to type about that time I thought I had knee herpes.
Goodnight, this terrible day. Tomorrow is a fresh start.