i’m house / dog / cat sitting for a friend for three weeks and i feel like reba. yesterday i got up at 5 to pack my things and headed over to feed them before work at 7. worked 7-4, played with the babies during my lunch, grocery shopped after work, unpacked groceries and walked the dog. fed the babies dinner, took a hot shower. drank wine, cooked dinner, ate ice cream on the couch, slept 12-5:30. life is fulfilling. life is hard. all i need is a house and a pet to keep me sane!
