Life as I Know it
At present, I look vaguely like Helena Bonham Carter. At least, my hair does. It’s piled on top of my head haphazardly. I am wearing clothing that normally would never see the light of day. (I promise that doesn’t include ballet shoes or anything with tulle.)
I’ve forgotten how cold it gets at night, especially standing outside for varied lengths of time. I have nearly lost my voice from having to use the word no. I must’ve run a mile last evening alone.
(I should also admit that I fell asleep in a chair.)
And I haven’t written a word in days. I do, however, have a notebook that has hastily scribbled ideas. It is purple and leather.
But that’s all ok. Because his face kind of makes up for it. The puppy, that is.
As soon as he gets the idea that outside is for going to the bathroom — and inside is where he lives — life will be golden. He was raised in a barn (literally). I’ll post pictures when I’m able.
Now, will someone be kind enough to bring me another mug of coffee? Pretty please?