today will be better.

I almost broke down in the middle of Lowe's because I can never seem to make up my mind.

Adam was painting all day yesterday so the dog couldn't sleep on the couch.  He was devastated.

I dropped Adam's large Dr. Pepper on the floor...soda...everywhere.

Allergies.  I. Can't. Breathe.

The dog rolled in something that can only be described as fecal matter.

I had to give the dog-who-hates-water-with-a-passion...a bath.

The kitchen sink is leaking.  All the way into the basement.  I could cry.

Adam vacuumed after he finished painting.  The dog was not pleased.

I've been blessed with another ear infection.  I thought those stopped when you were an adult.

This morning the dog and I went on a long, long walk.  Cause let's face it - we both needed to regroup.