Love…it’s a motherfucker

In the words of that annoyingly overplayed Buble song, I want to go home.  Not tonight, though.  Tonight I go to play practice (yay, run crew.  yay, keeping my scholarship).  Tomorrow I go to class, work, and then home.  And guess what’s going to greet me?  That’s right, an empty house!  Both my parents will be working until 10 or so.  Guess I’ll chill with the cat, maybe say hi to the dog.  Speaking of the dog…since she looks like a wolf, and always runs away (like three times a week now), my mom was worried she would get shot in hunting season.  So she made her a (and I quote) “jaunty little orange neckerchief” so she would be safe.  Yes.  Suzy the badass Husky…with a neckerchief.  I’m thinking this is the reason why the dog runs away.

The Spy party thing was fun.  As said, I was Harriet, and I carried around a notebook that said “PRIVATE.”  Basically the only way you would know who I was, and with that only one person got it.  Once I told people, they thought it was cool.  Then they wrote illegible secrets in my notebook while I threw back appletinis like it was my job.  Many funny things were said, but I think my favorite was:

“So, do you ride a dumbwaiter while you spy?”
“Yep.  But only the dumb ones.”

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