I woke up this morning at an ungodly hour and could not get back to sleep.
The second I opened my eyes, my brain started singing. SINGING. AT MAXIMUM VOLUME. My first thought was: "Where the hell is that music coming from?" and my second thought was: "Oh, it's my brain." Needless to say, it wouldn't let me go back to bed. (Also, while I was trying to shut my brain up, my Better Half turned over and said sweetly, "Are you all done your reading?" which made no sense but I told him I was and he kept sleeping.) I gave up, came downstairs to make tea, and now I'm sleepy. What the hell.
Anyways. This post needs to fit a lot of things, so I apologize if it's all over the place. Friday was a big day for me. I saw the first individual picture of my bulldog. He has a big ol' head and a wrinkly little body and he's PERFECT. I love him already. The breeder told me his name is Jonah, and although that's a lovely name, it's way too tame for my bulldog. New name to come. Wanna see a picture? Okay.
Aw, aw, awwwww....
Then I went to meet my new landlord, who is a charming man, and I got the lease for my new apartment. You may already know the lovely lady who is living there now, or her lovely neighbour. Needless to say, I am very, very excited. My BH is pretty thrilled too. We're both looking forward to exploring a whole new neighbourhood together.
Then, as you know, I got my hair cut off. That was fun. I actually have an awesome stylist, but since she lives out in the boons I'm not always able to borrow a car to go see her. Instead of waiting around, I decided to steal Megan and Jennifer's stylist for the evening. She did a great job. It's just what I wanted.
You may notice the boxes of crap in the background. We're having a garage sale today, and as such, the house is a disaster.
It was my Bubbi's birthday on Thursday. Can you believe she's 89? What a woman.
When my Better Half and I went to get her a cake, we asked the girl behind the counter to write Happy Birthday Bubbi on one of those wafer things. "Bubbi?" she asked. "Yes, B-U-B-B-I." I said. "B-U-B-B-I," she confirmed. Then she wrote this:
Bubbi didn't seem to mind, and she ate the wafer right up anyway.
Here are some overdue pictures from the sewing workshop:
That's my bag! I made that! Mostly by myself!
The rest of today will be spent getting ready for an afternoon garage sale, and trying not to fall asleep on anyone. I hope y'all have a great weekend.