For Baxter, the black lab that had a sometimes scary bark but was always a sweet loving dog. You ate many hot dogs and did your share of squirrel chasing and now, may you rest in peace.
Today wasn't a day of good news, for sure. But sometimes that is just how days go. It's been a challenging week at work (don't worry, no yelling) with myself in the limelight. Making sure there is compliance and trying to put policies in place that will protect the company going forward.
I don't want to sell myself short ... but having that kind of responsibility, is fucking HUGE and I hope no one catches on to the fact that I'm really a twelve year old disguised as a responsible adult.
I got a break from the baby this evening. Escaped for a haircut and highlight. I had a long discussion with my stylist about those kinky gray hairs that keep breaking rank and appearing EVERYWHERE on my head. She offered no hope. For the moment this works but at some point, I'll be dying my whole head because I don't ever want to look like a Nana. Let alone Nana with an afro.
Tommorrow I've got my yearly physical. I love being a pin cushion, oh and I can't wait to get on the scale. NOT!