My fingers are always crossed. Today they are in this position in hopes that my sister’s health will improve 100% and that Cowgirl kicks it when she rides in the MS 150 tomorrow.
Just found out that the man I’ve been living with since January 3rd is not what I thought he was. Was told he was a Rat Terrier when in truth, he is a Jack-Rat (lots of Jack Russell, a little Rat). No wonder he thinks he eats furniture, jumps around like a rabbit, and is so aggressive. He’s a big, bad dog in a little body. I don’t care, love him x 100.
Went to the bookstore and chose the two books below. Can’t wait to dive into them, one at a time, of course.
Obviously working on my visuals.