-Scott went on a hunting trip last week. When Scott's away, I will eat a quesadilla for dinner every night. 4 nights in a row. I don't ever want to see one again. Until maybe next week.
-I will also go to the gym every night. Without a husband or puppy, it's just me, myself, and
-This is so random, but just a few weeks ago, I realized that "North West" is Kimye's baby's full name. I thought they named her "Northwest", because that's how low Kanye flies on my radar. I hadn't connected that "West" was his last name.
-I'm a little too chicken to watch American Horror Story by myself. Even during the day, that witch stuff is too freaky. As is the "sewing-body-parts-back-on".
-I about lost my cool last week. Someone posted on Facebook that they were PCS-ing to Alaska soon and "what should I bring?". They mentioned that they had enough clothes to last their growing children for a couple of years. Um. Hello? It may be a horror story, weather-wise, and there may be no Marshall's or Homegoods, but dang.. I lived 2 miles from Target (in case you've forgotten...I'm telling you again). Do you need warm clothes? Heck yes. Can you buy them when you get there? Uh, yeah. Weirdo. It's not a vacation. You're moving there. You'll have that magical thing called an "address" that websites like "Amazon.com" can "ship" to.
Too sarcastic? Maybe.
I don't know if I'll ever completely readjust to being a lower-48-er. I'm coming to terms with this.
-I found this picture on my computer and almost started to cry. What has happened to my baby?
Dare I even show you this next one?
...that makes me want another one. Don't tell Scott.
He's not-so-patiently waiting for me to give him permission.
But then again, there is nothing better than a house-trained dog. Nothing.
Even if he does sit like a person.
