Recently, I have developed this obsession with whether I am giving off any unpleasant body odor. I don't know where this came from but I am constantly thinking "Do I smell?"
I like sleeping in a very cold, near freezing place while having a whole bunch of blankets. So every night, regardless of the weather, I have a huge fan blowing while I snuggle under the blankets. That's how I roll.
For the past few days, I've had three drinks before going to bed: a cup of soy chocolate milk, a few sips of lemonade and some water. I don't know where this came from and I don't care to figure it out. All I know is that it's becoming a small ritual and although all the flavors don't go together, my tongue is happy.
Every day, for as long as I can remember since he first came home, I ask Konah two questions: "How was your day? What did you do?" I usually get a 'what-the-hell-are-you-talking-about-woman-I-don't-want-to-talk-to-you-please-give-me-a-treat-now-that-you're-home' look.
I love this pooch.




you're so cute. and not at all odd. well, on comparison to all of us oddies you call your friends. <3
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