you've seen it all, the girl that gets on the same carriage as you & proceeds to pull down her short an put on her deoderant - in front of you & several others - well....it just proves you wrong once again.
No, not "flying time" as in I am going to hop onto a plane and go somewhere that isn't as freaking hot as it is here, but "flying time" as in "where does it go"?
The last few days have been full of drama (what passes for drama in my house anyway). A couple of weeks ago, Mr H & I were sitting on the front porch, as we do, and a stranger arrived at our front gate. A four legged stranger. Who, being the soft touch that I am, I let into the yard. Tall, gangly, and looking a lot worse for wear, this guy managed to worm his way into our hearts.
And so the last 2 weeks have been filled with trips to the animal shelter, trips to the vet, emergency trips to the vet (to re-suture the pulled out stitches), chases down the street to get the leaping gazelle back in the yard, trips to the hardware store to buy taller, un-scalable fencing, trips to the pet-food warehouse to get in supplies, with a few rounds of fight referee-ing and doggie therapy sessions thrown in for good measure, mixed in with lots of love and adoration.
Meet Frankie, the newest member of the Hamwich clan.
So, it's only 4 days into the New Year and already, the resolutions I said I wasn't going to make but made anyway are broken.
What have I been doing during my lovely time off from work? Have I been creative & spent days editing photos? Have I tried the stockpiled new recipes that have been waiting for "when I have more time"? Did I re-arrange the kitchen cupboards as planned? No, no & no.
I have, however, spent way to much time on facebook, re-arranged my bookmarks on the laptop (which is harder than it sounds) read 4 books and spent some much needed lounging time with Mr H.