I should probably write something.
It’s been a week.
I should probably do a lot of things.
Like read a book, learn Mandarin, do some laundry, or figure out how to attach socks to my dog so I can mop the floors.
I almost had three baby socks on her yesterday, but she bit them all off and thought it was some wildly amusing game. I thought it made perfect sense, and if she’d just participate, then I could let her walk around on my freshly mopped floors.
Gawd, Zoey, sometimes you can be such a bitch.