The Puppy Diaries — Trip To The Pet Store
I finally made it to the pet store today.
Pappy is such a low maintenance dog that we really didn’t have any toys in the house. Certainly no chew toys. Pappy’s never been much of a chewer unless he was confined in some way and had to chew his way out(learned that lesson by tying his leash to the table leg when we first brought him home and didn’t have a crate. Woke up with him in the bed with us and the remains of his tattered leash around his neck.)
We stopped at a tiny pet store in PG right after we picked her up to get a crate and and puppy food. They were nice enough to give us samples of the bed food to get us by until we could get to a grocery store, but that was all we got.
Today Rob was home so I was able to head out to get the grocery shopping done and since there was a pet store right next to Safeway I was able to pop in and get a bunch of chew toys, food, a collar, leash and okay, a couple of cute little sweaters for her. Yes, I am *that* kind of dog mother.
She was napping when I got home but soon woke up. I put her new pink collar on her and she spent the next ten minutes itching it and rolling around on her back trying to remove it with no luck. I then gave her one of her new chew toys and BOY was she happy!!!
She still wants to chew the carpet, the couch, my hair and such but it is so nice to be able to give her an alternative rather than just saying no and taking things away from her. Plus, it’s kind of hard to take the couch away from her.
She does NOT like her leash but she looks to be very trainable. All the things they taught me when I took Pappy to Petsmart training are coming back to me. 🙂
Internal War: To Play Or Not To Play…
Inner Me: “Wait, you want to get involved in a play again? Weren’t you just saying how glad you were it was over?”
Me: “Yes, but that was so intense. And it was over for a month or so and maybe I’m ready to start again…”
Inner Me: “But weren’t you sick twice in the time of the last play? You are NEVER sick!”
Me: “Yes I was, but it all worked out didn’t it?”
Inner Me: “But you got so run down! You were physically and emotionally exhausted!”
Me: “And? As apposed to sitting on my couch doing nothing?”
Inner Me: “Give me one good reason why you would want to get involved in another play…”
Me: “I went to the rehearsal today and it felt like home.”
Inner Me: “… I got nothing.”
The Puppy Diaries — Day Three
Having a new puppy that will scour the floor looking for any little particle to put in her mouth has vastly improved my house cleaning skills. I never used to be a vacuum the carpet every day kind a gal but I’m discovering running a quick cleaner over the carpet beats chasing a 3 pound speed demon around the living room trying to remove a leaf from her mouth.
She is quite the little explorer. She wants to see EVERYTHING and she wants to put said everything in her mouth. And chew.
“No!” is her favorite game. To her the rules mean that whatever I am doing when Mom screams NO means I need to stop for one second, look at her and then continue what I was doing with even more vigor than I was before.
Whining is another pastime she enjoys. Usually while she is in her crate in any state other than sleep. The louder the better.
Don’t get me wrong. She is a little love. When she is done trying to attack innocent toes and chew on computer wires she is perfectly content to curl up in your lap in a tiny little ball and sleep or just stare up at you with adoring green eyes.
She has had several successful outside pees. The secret is to catch her right as she is coming out of the crate. If you wait even a second, she will run off and pee as soon as she gets away from you. However, if you get her in time and put her outside she will sniff around a bit and squat.
She and Pappy have just started in the last two days to spar a little bit. She has been wanting to play with him from day one but he just keeps looking at me as if to say: “But Mom, she’s so small! Can I really jump around with her??” Now he’s trying to feel her out and is getting more comfortable with jumping back at her when she approaches her.
Much like having a newborn I have been getting up in the wee hours of the morning to let her outside and then lay with her a bit to get her back to sleep. She’s very small and her bladder isn’t very big. It would be unreasonable to expect her to hold her water for more than three or four hours and since we don’t want her going in her crate, that is the option.
Rob said he got her to give her first poop outside this morning so that is promising even if she did poop inside tonight when I got home. It was my fault for not noticing her sniffing around.
I gave her the first dose of her deworming meds right after that so I’ll be watching her closely so she doesn’t get near her poop in case there are worms.
Fascinating blog entry, no?
Alright, on to the cuteness!!
The Puppy Diaries — Day Two, The Cuteness Continues…
Woke up this morning to the double dose of doo doo in Shilo’s crate that I mentioned in the last entry. I cleaned off the blanket and popped it into the washer and took the pup into the bed with me while Rob got ready for work.
I got up around eight and wrote the last blog entry before getting ready and heading to the vets with little Shilo.
She really didn’t like riding in the car without being secure in someones lap but I wrapped her up in my sweatshirt and since it was only a mile to the vets office she did pretty good.
I LOVE our vets office. Mostly because they all love Pappy so much and well, who wouldn’t. But they were also really great when we made the decision to put Romie down. They know us by face even when I don’t recognize them and always make us feel like they really care about our pets.
They got us right in and did what they needed to do. The start of three series of vaccinations, a nail trim and also some deworming meds for her that I am supposed to administer tomorrow.
She weighs three and a half pounds and seems to be in good health. She had a little scabby sore on her side when we picked her up yesterday but the vet just picked it off and declared it was healed underneath. The vet said Shilo should be about 12 to 15 pounds at her target weight.
Since I brought her home, I have fed her twice with no problems and had two successful outside pees. No poops yet but I’m sure that is coming. She napped a lot as she had a very hard day, but she and Pappy have had a couple of runs around the living room. No wrestling yet, mostly her chasing him and him not knowing quite what to do but run. I’m pretty sure he’s scared because she is so little and he doesn’t want to hurt her. She has backed down every time he turned on her with a bark. This is just so much like when we introduced Romie and Pappy, it’s comical.
She has been really good at not getting into too much trouble while I was cooking dinner.
I came in from running upstairs really quickly and caught her playing by herself with a small leaf. She would take the leaf in her mouth and throw it to the side before immediately jumping on it and starting the process all over again. Playing catch with herself. So CUTE! Romie used to do this in Arizona with a tennis ball.
So far so good. She is tucked in again by my side for a nap. She seems to have a span of a half an hour of playing or running around followed by a two hour nap. Lather, Rinse, Repeat.
The Puppy Diaries — Day One
So we adopted another dog. Okay, not just a dog…a puppy. A VERY young puppy.
Neither of us have ever raised a puppy before so this is going to be interesting…or something.
It all started on Thanksgiving. We were invited to the house of the director of the play we were in for Thanksgiving dinner. Koly(the director) had been fostering a dog for a friend and the dog had recently had puppies. The first one I picked up, I fell in love with. They called her SheShe and she just melted my heart.
There was no way we could have taken her home that day since we had nothing and no stores were open, not to mention the fact that she was only six weeks old and I wasn’t comfortable with her being away from her mother yet. It was a lot of responsibility and we had to really think it over. Plus we had the whole trip to Vegas thing planned so it wouldn’t be fair to bring her home only to board her for a week.
The more we thought about it the more the timing seemed right. We had thought about getting another dog right after Romie died but decided we should just hold off for a while. Well two years have passed and we had been thinking maybe it was time. Especially since I had been trying to socialize Pappy a bit more lately and I could tell he kinda missed having someone to play with.
That brings us to yesterday when we brought our little Shilo home. We decided on the name Shilo after much debate on other names. I had originally wanted Pebbles or Willow(Buffy reference–natch!) but neither was really significant to us. Rob joked that we should name her Repo(The name of the play we were in) since that is how we met Koly and thus the dog. We sort of joked back in forth over various character names in the play and decided that Shilo(the lead in the play) actually worked really well. It was age and gender appropriate. It didn’t sound like Pappy or any commands so it wouldn’t confuse things.
We brought Pappy to the theater at noon to introduce them. Pappy reacted very similar to how Romie did when we first introduced them. Very indifferent. Curious as to what this little thing was, but not all THAT eager to find out right away.
Since neither one had run barking in the other direction we decided it was okay to take her home.
We stopped at a pet store on the way there and got a crate for Shilo. No sense in putting off crate training, and since we were going to have to housebreak the dog as well, the sooner the better.
When we got home we marveled over just how much the role of Pappy had reverted to the role of Romie all those years ago when we first introduced them. Now it was Pappy that sort of skulked around looking at the little thing with a mixture of excitement and disgust. What is this little thing and just how long is it staying anyway? It better not get any of my food or toys!
It was kinda funny.
Last night was spent trying to get the dogs to play mostly unsuccessfully. Pappy is just not sure about it and I know from the experience with Romie it’s going to take a little while for him to get used to it. Shilo is all for it and really wants him to play with her but she seems to understand that she shouldn’t bug him too much until he warms up to her.
So far she has yet to pee or poop outside. She doesn’t seem to get it but that will come with time.
I’m also pretty sure I overfed her last night and the results were three big poops. One on the carpet as she got away from me and two in her crate when we woke up this morning. Lesson learned.
She has quite a little personality. Very playful and active but also very cuddly and cute. She will curl up on you and fall asleep once she realizes that playtime is over. She is a chewer though. Understandably because she is just getting used to her teeth and all but we need to get some chew toys stat if we want to keep our furniture and clothing intact. 🙂
Also very whiny in her crate for the first ten minutes or so before she settles down. I’m thinking that will diminish over time as she gets used to it.
Today she goes to the vets to get all her shots and tests and such done. I will update later about that.
Oh, and did I mention that I finished my first half marathon? Heh, yeah so there’s that. 🙂
The Day I Should Have Stayed In Bed.
I apparently learned nothing from last Friday night when I had an iced coffee at rehearsal and then couldn’t get to sleep. Yup, I did the same thing again. So this morning I woke up around 9:30ish and played with the dog a bit before my alarm clock Rob told me I had to be in the shower and out of the house soon. So I showered and picked out my clothes and before I knew it I was running late. Rob nuked some leftover Mexican food(chimi and rice) and put it in my bag and handed me our new Starbucks iced coffee container. If you haven’t seen them they are just a beverage container that snaps shut so it doesn’t leak. This was our first use of the cup…this comes into play later.
I headed out of the house and discovered our neighbor had some friends parked right outside our gate. After many attempts at backing up and moving forward, backing up and moving forward, I was finally able to make it out of our driveway and head out(it is important to note that this particular neighbor was the man that spearheaded a campaign to get NO PARKING signs put in on our street. There is one right where his friend parked their car…)
As I hit the road I remember that today is the Carmel Valley Fiesta. I remember this because there is a man standing in the middle of the road holding a detour sign and waving me onto a street that I am not familiar with. I shrug it off and follow the rest of the traffic, popping open the spout to my new iced coffee cup and taking a slurp. Eventually I realize I am not going in the correct direction and have to stop and turn around. This would be strike two I believe.
Finally on familiar ground I start over the grade. This is a road where you go up over a very curvy mountain top and down the other side. I realize I am starving so I pop open the container of food Rob has so wonderfully provided for me and eat the rest of the chimichanga like a wild savage while navigating to the top of the grade. At the top I reach for my iced coffee. Having drank from it before there is absolutely no reason for me to think that there should be a problem. I flip the top open and am immediately showered all over my right leg with coffee.
So I guess there is this thing with airtight containers and elevation…
Um, yeah.
Cursing and trying to steer over curvy roads in search of napkins, I decide that I am not currently liking today.
I make it into Monterey and was cut off at a stop light from someone who ran the light, leaving me in the middle of the intersection. Still not liking today.
Traffic was hell and I managed to get into rehearsal right on time(I usually like to be a few minutes early).
Rehearsal was fine and when we were released I headed out to my car. Now this part, I admit was totally my fault. I was parked in a 90 minute spot and totally forgot to go out and move my car. Yeah, I got my very first parking ticket.
I was done. Defeated. The day had won and I had lost. I got in the car and decided the hell with the diet! I had heard fabulous things about Gianni’s Pizza and it was right up the road so I headed on over.
Oh. My. God. That was the best pizza I had ever had. I got the Alfredo pizza and it was so good I even ate the mushrooms(hate mushrooms!).
My original plan was to go shoe shopping for the vow renewal but I just couldn’t imagine it. Not today.
So let’s review:
Saturday, August 7 2010=shitty
Gianni’s Pizza=fabulous
Thank you and good night.
It's Amazing What We Can Learn About Ourselves…
So I don’t think I mentioned it in this blog but my husband got a gig playing guitar with a local theater company doing a production of “Repo! The Genetic Opera.”
It came at a really good time for him because he was just finishing up the Wharf to Wharf and the only thing on the horizon music wise for him was another round of Christmas music.
Long story short, I got a part in the play as part of the ensemble/chorus. I was really scared to to audition and even more petrified to actually get on the stage in front of people. Over the last couple of weeks I have come to realize a few things about myself.
I don’t think I ever fully realized it, but I’ve spent most of my life trying to go unnoticed by strangers. I can only imagine that it stems from being overweight and painfully shy in my childhood. My father wasn’t the nicest man and though my memories are few, I have heard that he wasn’t shy about complaining the weight of his children.
I remember in grade school singing solos in the school play. I didn’t want to but there wasn’t much of a choice in the matter as our school was very small and everyone had to participate(I got kidney stones one year and was so happy despite the pain I was in because I was hospitalized and didn’t have to do the school play). Let’s just say kids are cruel and no one likes to be made fun of.
Now, if I get to know you pretty well and we get along, you know that I am NOT shy at that point. In fact, I can be kind of loud and obnoxious at times(who me? Never!) However, if I just met you, don’t expect me to show it. The little shy fat girl comes out very timidly when I first meet people. Especially if it is a large group of people I don’t know. You can bet in that case I am going to do my best impersonation of the wallpaper. If you can’t see me, you can’t make fun of me.
It has gotten better as I get older and meet more people but in my mind I tend to want to scream: “Don’t pay attention to me!!!”
Having said that, you can only imagine how nerve-wracking it was for me to have to get up in front of a bunch of people I don’t know and not being allowed to try and blend into the background.
When I was finally able to relax and take a step back I realized that everyone is there for the same reason. To BE noticed. Isn’t that the whole point of performing? And not only that, but I’m not me. I’m playing a character and so is everyone else! No one is going to judge me or make fun of me because we are all here for the common cause. As long as I don’t suck eggs at what I am doing, it is going to be fine.
It was a huge Ah-ha! moment for me. Once I embraced it I was able to feel at ease and actually enjoy what I was doing.
Last night after I got home I was almost unable to get to sleep because my brain was humming with how much fun I had and how much I was going to enjoy the next rehearsal!
Anyone who has acted or performed might think this feeling is a no brain-er but to me, it was a fabulous feeling. I am so happy I found it and I can’t wait to keep acting after this performance is over. 😀
San Francisco Trip
Yeah, I am fully aware the only time I ever update this thing is when I travel somewhere. Today’s post is no different.
As you all know(all two of you that read this thing), I am a total and devout RENT-head. I love love LOVE the play and the movie and all that stuff. What you may not know is that the original Maureen from RENT is pretty much my Idol. Idina Menzel has the voice of an angel. I’ve never heard an equal to her.
When I was auditioning for RENT here locally I never even entertained a thought of singing anyone else’s songs. Looking back, I realize I may have set the bar too high with that because I don’t have near as much talent as she does but that is neither here nor there.
What I am building up to is that I finally got to see Idina Menzel live last night and it was magical.
But in true Kelly fashion I must recap the whole trip, so here goes.
We left the house by 9:30 on Friday morning. For some reason my memory of my last trip to San Francisco didn’t have bad traffic. Now I don’t know if that was just because it was because Julie was driving and we chit-chatted the entire way or it really wasn’t a bad day for traffic but I was not prepared for what we ran into when we got passed Morgan Hill.
I’ll just say that my right bicep is really freaking sore today from gripping the “oh shit” handle so much on that drive.
At any rate, since we were going to be in the San Fran area Rob called up some work associates of his and they said they would like to take us to lunch. They decided on a Mongolian Hot Pot restaurant. If you are like me, you have no idea what that is. Basically it is like the Asian version of fondue. You are given a giant pot of soup broth, with lots of tasty seasonings floating around in it. In our case, since I can’t handle the spice we were given a divided pot, one half for spicy broth, the other for mild and then you just basically order from a list of what you want to throw into the broth to cook. We ended up with lamb, beef, pork, chicken, tofu, pot stickers, scallops, squid, shrimp, clams, and veggies. I think there was more but I can’t remember at this point. I have to admit I was very skeptical about the whole thing but it turned out to be really good!
The food was good, the company was excellent and a good time was had by all.
After lunch we scooted on over to David’s Bridal. I know that I already did my dress shopping for the vow renewal, but my good friend Renee pointed out that I really needed to try some dresses on to see how they looked on my body. It’s all pretty and fine on the rack but that can all change when you actually put it on.
How right she was. Not that long ago I found a dress on the David’s Bridal website that I adored:
Cute right? Looked like absolute crap on me.
Anyway, at David’s Bridal they help you find a bunch of dresses in your size so you can try them on and see how they look on you even if they are not in the color you want. I had in mind what I wanted so I picked up a bunch of knee length dresses to try on and on a whim I picked up a full length dress just to try on. The end result is that I discovered I do not have the legs to pull off a shorter dress. I liked a couple of them but I was just not satisfied with the way my legs looked. Hey, I have cankles. It’s a fact of life and I accept it. 🙂
I tried on the full length dress and absolutely fell in love with it
It wasn’t what I thought I was looking for but it looked so perfect on me. I didn’t feel like a big heifer, the opposite. I felt like a princess and loved it from ever angle. I called Rob in and he agreed that it looked very good so we bought it. They didn’t have it in the color I wanted so I ordered it in the hot pink. I also got a veil with a matching pink trim.
They were nice enough to let Rob and I change into our formal wear for the night as well and I ended up purchasing a black wrap for my dress to the concert that night.
At the check out there was a slight problem. It appeared that no one had the color I wanted in stock and it would take too long to order it from the warehouse to have it available for the vow renewal.
I was devastated. The clerk said she would call the distributor and see if there was any way to get something shipped ASAP. In the meantime Rob and I walked around and brainstormed. At that point it was too late for us to try anything else on and I really had my heart set on that dress so we started talking about maybe getting a different color but I really didn’t want to settle. Just as we were getting ready to cancel the whole thing the clerk said that she would be able to get it shipped in plenty of time from the distributor and we were able to leave in just enough time to catch the BART into San Fran for the show. I love that clerk and if I could remember her name I might name my first born after her… you know, if I were having kids.
Off to the BART station we got parked no problem and bought our tickets. Safely nestled on the train we had a minute to finally relax.
You know it wasn’t that easy though right?
After we passed the first stop on the train Rob realized he had left the tickets for the show in the car. So after a minor panic attack we got off on the next stop and traveled back to the original stop to get them and then re boarded the train.
Crisis averted, we got off on the Civic Center stop and hoofed it over to the restaurant I had picked to meet up with some fellow Idina fans.
A little back story here:
When my friend Richard found out I was an Idina fan he thought to introduce me via facebook to his friend Erin. She ran an Idina fan website and was also a fan obviously. She lived in Texas but was coming out to the San Fran show so we chatted a couple of times and made plans to meet up before the show. She and her friends wanted to have some sort of get together before the show but there were no real plans made.
Since Rob and I would have some time to kill before the show, I took the bull by the horns and researched a restaurant that was near the symphony hall where Idina was playing and made the reservations.
As anytime I meet a new group of people I felt kind of awkward. Apparently the place I picked was a half an hour walk from the hotel they were staying in and the service was very slow. Of course I felt responsible for that and felt really bad about it but there wasn’t much I could do at that point.
They were a friendly bunch and I think we had a good dinner despite the fact that it took an hour to be served even with a reservation. Then it was off to the symphony.
We parted ways since our tickets were not in the same area as theirs and took our seats.
All I can say about the show is that it was AMAZING!! I was in awe from the second she took the stage from the time that she left it. In addition to her fantastic voice she was charming and funny and adorable. I can’t even describe it so I am not even gonna try.
The only thing that I will post is that when I was seeing RENT in San Fran, the person next to me didn’t have tissues and I was able to supply her with one. This show, I forgot my tissues but the girl next to me heard me sniffing and handed me a tissue. Karma at its best.
No pictures were allowed at the show but at the end ppl were snapping them like crazy so I was able to pull off one picture that didn’t come out fuzzy.
Dress Shopping
So today I finally went out and looked for the dress that I am going to wear for the vow renewal.
When Rob and I originally tied the knot I weighed over 300 pounds. I’m not sure how much over because at one point our scale broke, and well, who really wants to keep weighing themselves once you have reached 300?? Anyhoo, my mother in law generously offered to make my wedding dress and I was very grateful. I can’t imagine anything more horrifying than going wedding dress shopping when you are the size that I was. She made a beautiful dress and a lace shirt that went over the top to cover up my flabby arms. It was very nice but when you look like a whale, nothing you put on really ever looks good ya know?
What I’m trying to say is that I never did the dress shopping thing for my wedding and I was happy with that. However, now that I have lost some weight I’m kind of excited to see what this whole dress shopping thing is like.
Cut to today.
Rob had to help his dad with some yard work at their house in Salinas so I dropped him off and headed out. I stopped at Walmart to get some new sports bras and running shirts and then at Fashion Bug for some regular bras and one impulse buy of an 18 dollar dress and the jewelry to go with it. Then I headed off to Campus Bridal Shop.
I had heard from several people that this was the goto place for dresses. I guess it has been around FOREVER and a lot of people get their dresses there.
It wasn’t anything like I imagined. Seems silly now but in my head I would walk into the shop and try on all these different dresses and be able to see how they look on me. Not so. What were hanging on the racks were sample dresses. Most in a size 14 but they did vary. So you look through the dresses and find the one you want. You give it to the lady who then orders it in the size and color that you want(I can only imagine that they must take your measurements before they order but I’m not sure, I wasn’t purchasing today only looking) and when it comes in they give it to you. To me that is kind of weird because what if the dress doesn’t fit you like you wanted it to? Are you out the money and it’s tough luck or do they work with you to exchange or otherwise to alterations? All questions that I will ask when I am actually ready to plunk down the money.
Anyhoo, I had an image in my mind of the dress that I wanted and even drew it out. I left it at work of course or you would be seeing a picture of the drawing right now. 🙂
I was able to find a dress that had about 85% of what I was wanting in the dress in my mind so I think that is going to be the dress I get. The colors are hideous on the sample dress, I am aware of this. Brown and green? Ewww. But here are the pictures I took of it:
Okay, now imagine the brown as hot pink and the green as black:
Nice right?? The only differences between this and my dream dress were that my dream dress was a halter and had a poofier skirt. Oh and I’m totally going to ditch that flower in the middle of the bow.
I’m pretty sure I’m going to go back next weekend and make the big purchase.
The only other dress that jumped out at me while there was this one:
I love the color and I love the flowiness but I think it is a little too plain. I like the contrast of the black in the other dress much better. Gives it more of a unique feel.
So what do you think??? Comment and let me know!
Our Beloved PT Cruiser=FAIL
As I was driving to work yesterday morning my check engine light flashed on and at that instant I felt all resistance underneath the gas pedal go away. Thankfully I was in an area where I was able to pull off to the side of the road and make sure I was safe. If it had happened ten minutes prior to that it would have found me on a very curvy mountain road with lots of blind curves and no where to pull off. I still shudder to think of that happening.
The first thing I did was call my work and let them know even though I was less than two miles away, I was going to be late. The next call was to my husband since he had the AAA card in his wallet. In a stroke of good luck, he was on the road and only ten minutes away so he told me to sit tight and we would call AAA when he got there.
I hung up the phone and tried to start the engine again but there was just no luck, it wasn’t turning over. Soon after a motorcycle cop pulled up beside me and asked if I was okay. I told him what had happened and that my husband was on the way. He asked if I had AAA and I said yes but my husband had our info so we would call when we got there. He told me that they tend to act faster if they are dispatched by the cops so I let him call it in and once he was sure I was safe he took off and Rob pulled in behind me.
The tow-truck arrived with no problems and then Rob dropped me off at work.
As it turns out the timing belt busted. The same timing belt that we were going to have replaced next week. Yeah.
This is the second time in the last two months the PT has failed on us. Luckily the first time was in our own driveway but let’s just say I am not a big fan of being stranded on the side of the road.
We are faced with a very difficult decision right now. The PT is our “reliable” car. The one we are planning on driving to Vegas in twice this year. The car we didn’t plan on replacing for at least another two years, but we are both having some serious doubts about what sort of life might be left in it. We love the car and it hasn’t really given us any problems other than normal wear and tear until recently, but can we trust it?
We obviously don’t want a car payment again and we can’t afford a brand new one so it begs the question do we go into getting another used car that we have to have a payment on and don’t know they full history on? Or do we stick with the car that is already paid for and we know all about it’s quirks and problems?
This is not an easy choice and it is stressing us out!
In a brighter note I am quite proud of the way I handled myself during the crisis of being left on the side of the road. I don’t do well in stressful situations, especially when by myself. I’m pleased that I was able to remain calm and not panic or cry during any part of yesterday morning. I of course had a panic attack later on at work while thinking if it had broken down while I was on the mountain top but thank goodness it didn’t.
About Me
I am a 50 something married woman living in California.
I enjoy music and traveling, watching crap movies, snuggling with my two adorable dogs and trying to be a good person.
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