Guys. never ever in a million years did I ever ever expect that I'd be so giddy with joy, like a wiggly five year old at Christmas, ants in my pants, to see a concrete truck in our alley delivering to us.  But so I was.  It totally and completely was Christmas multiplied by ten thousand.

Firstly, lemme apologize for not following up quicker.  I seem to be a broken record in this regard.  Life has been screwy, ya know, so...so it is.  Unfortunately, I had to leave the dog park group.  The stress and recent stresses and concerns were insurmountable.  That was hard.  And disappointing.

It sucks too because it's vitally needed, as was I, I worked insanely hard, but worse I feel a wee like a quitter and I am so not a quitter.  I'm ridiculously committed to the uh well, commitments I make.
Too, and I never care about what people think because they can shove it, I imagine folks are thinking "ah well ya know, quitting just as everyone else had, knew she didn't have it in her."  So that's mildly irksome.  Likely I'm making that up.  Or if I'm not, they can shove it.  They just don't know snap snap!!

But whatever.  Let us not dwell.

I'm sorta getting some more sleep now, I have more time, days are oddly longer, I am less stressed, I am recommitting to house projects.  Finally gonna get my sorry a** to finish the hall bathroom.  Record album storage.  A leaky shower (yep, it's...