Don't Judge Me, We've All Been There

*Hopping from the passenger seat to the backseat of the car in a desperate attempt to not be seen in my sweatpants and knotted, messy just-crawled-out-of-bed bun by people I know, especially from high school, as my mother and I drive up to the ordering intercom at McDonald's.*

Mother: "What are you doing?"

Me: "I'm avoiding being seen."

Mother: "Someone working today that you know?"

Me: "I don't know. No gonna take any chases though. Then again, I've looked worse at school before." *exaggeratedly mocking myself*

Mother: "That's true."

Me: "Hey!!! You're supposed to stick up for me, not agree with me."

*Sadly someone I went to high school with was working the cash register and a cute guy I'd never seen before handed over our coffees in the last window of the drive-thru.*

Lesson: If you go out in public looking bad, your doomed to run into someone you know. 

Characteristics of Sophie

September 17th, 2014

Dear reader,

Apparently whenever I'm sitting outside rockin' away to music and blogging that is the best time for Sophie to get my attention. She jumps up on my lap and wedges herself between me and my laptop, sometimes at the expense of my headphones being ripping away from my ears. After she gets herself positioned so that she is blocking the computer screen, she begins the merciless licking of my face.

This is one of the may examples of how Sophie reminds me of:
Rule #1 Nothing is more important than Sophie. Nothing.