She went to the cupboard, to fetch her poor dog a bone.... We all know the rhyme. But after devoting nearly an hour to my lonesome dog... brushing him, walking him, feeding him (even though he's obese) he doesn't even give me the time for ONE photo. Nope. All cause of that stupid bone.
So.
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| AT LEAST MOTHER HUBBARD GOT QUALITY TIME WITH HER DOG! |
So.
Yes.
There's that.
And I went to Laurels Conference this weekend... Which involved lots of glitter in the hair, face, undies -quite frankly it was everywhere- ...LOTS of food and food and food and food and army crawling on the floor to sneak more food so the leaders wouldn't see....
10:30pm snacks.
11:30pm snacks.
11:30pm snacks.
Midnight snacks.
1:00am snacks.
1:07am snacks.
2:00am snacks.
And brushing of the teeth 3 times.
Eating at least 2 helpings at every meal, and snacking 3 times in between each.
Screaming. Laughing. Giggling. Cuddling. Koomcha-ing. Footie-pajama-dancing. 4 hours of sleeping. Hello-I'm-A-Zumba-Failure.
Oh yeah, and it was pretty spiritual and wonderful too. (:
Can't wait for next year!
That's it.
:)
2:00am snacks.
And brushing of the teeth 3 times.
Eating at least 2 helpings at every meal, and snacking 3 times in between each.
Screaming. Laughing. Giggling. Cuddling. Koomcha-ing. Footie-pajama-dancing. 4 hours of sleeping. Hello-I'm-A-Zumba-Failure.
Oh yeah, and it was pretty spiritual and wonderful too. (:
Can't wait for next year!
That's it.
:)
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