*itch*itch*itch* OH!!! *scratch* It’s *sniff* allergy *atchoooooooo* season.
It was HORRIBLE!!! This troop of girls attacked me outside of Kroger and demanded payment for 2 boxes of cookies… And can you believe that when I told them they could keep the 2 dollars that they graciously said, “thank you”? I tell you, it isn’t safe anywhere these days… #girlscouts #humour #humor #cookies #alwayssupportgirlscouts #women #hahaha
No, my impromptu dance around in your underwear Sunday afternoon interludes are NOT my way of procrastinating from adulting…
But why did Grandma give me a replacement Lexi for Valentine’s Day? I don’t trust this other dog. She’s doesn’t even want to sniff my butt and she won’t let me sniff hers. How haughty. #lexi #lexisworld #dailylexi #dogs #dogsofinstagram
I spoke to my Mom the other day and she mentioned seeing Lexi’s photos, probably on Facebook, via my Dad. She also mentioned seeing my captions, telling me that she laughed at them, because I was capturing Lexi’s expressions quite well, in her opinion. She mentioned this one in particular, so I’m kind of relieved that she gets my “Lexi” humour, even when we poke fun at something “Grandma” related.
I’m hopeful that she realizes half the time I’m poking more fun at myself than anyone else, via Lexi. It’s a relief because these jokes and my humour were the basis of a prolonged battle between my sister and me nearly a year ago, so to have my mother’s support is helpful. I don’t often take a hard line in an argument or refuse to compromise or apologize, and I didn’t for a variety of reasons. Usually when I take such a hard stance, I find my Mom in support of it later on. Some of that is my Mom accepting the inevitable, which I don’t often credit her enough with but some of that is the result of my Dad probably working through the details with her privately.
a strip club but instead of naked women its cute dogs that you give dog treats to for them to do tricks
I WOULD PAY ANY AMOUNT OF MONEY FOR THIS TO HAPPEN.
We joke about that in our family… It started when my parents would go out of town for business, my Mom especially. My Dad would tease the love of her life then, Mozart that “she’s not leaving for work… she’s going to puppy bars.”
Here’s the thing… Lexi wouldn’t do treats. She’d just sit there and look cute and demand to be petted. I guess that would be the ultimate lap dance?
Lotta boos after Obama said this from one side of the chamber. Claps on the other. (via shortformblog)
Well the Sharks are just going to have to deal with the Jets… oooops, wrong screen. Sorry…
Me: Lexi, this is your spirit animal (holding up my 2014 Wizard of Oz calendar and showing her a picture of Toto)
Lexi: ..... (lifts head up from the couch, puts head back down)
Me: Now, if your Grandmother continues to insist on attempting to take you away from me because I "don't deserve you", we'll just start referring to her as Myra Gulch.
Lexi: .... (lifts head up from couch, tilts head, puts head back down)
Me: So, if she tries to put you in a basket and ride off on a bike, or drive off in a car, you are perfectly within your rights to jump out of the basket and come back home.
Lexi: .... (starts bedding down for nap time... like, "duh", Mom)