Huge picture of a small dog. They call him “Spec”, his official name is “The Inspector”. He has a sister. They’re Pomeranians with bad haircuts.
I hung out with Spec and his sister this past weekend.
This week I had to write an essay to include with my last nursing school application, study for two tests which I took today, dissect my relationship with the ex-fiance over the phone, cry a little, and I had to wonder why the heck I’m carrying 19 units. Oh, and my mom is arriving in two hours, flying in from Boston for an open-ended visit. Minor detail.
But I’m not sitting in front of the computer writing a new post while noshing on ritz crackers and cream cheese. Not me. Not when the house is a mess and the guest room – HA! – I mean the kid’s room that’s being transformed into grandma’s room still looks like a bomb went off in there. No, I would never do that.
Isn’t Spec a cutie? Looking at his fuzzy little face makes me forget all my troubles!
I’m glad my mom is coming. She’s fun and good company, and she’ll be a great help to me in the coming weeks. We’re gonna make curtains, and finish a quilt we started last time she was here, and take walks in scenic places and eat her home-cooking.