It’s one thing when your dog chews up every flip flop or slipper in the house. It’s another when she chews up your first anniversary gift from your husband.

Nothing like getting a phone call from your husband at 7:30 in the morning telling you to meet him at the urgent care facility because he thinks he broke his foot at work. Oh well. Time for X-rays and to see whats going on. I hope it’s not broken and won’t require much time off. This man goes cray cray when he’s stuck in the house.

NO BROKEN BONES. THREE DAYS OF REST AND BACK TO WORK.

I have zero desire to get dressed for work. I don’t want to go. I want to stay home and veg out. I’ve been so lazy lately. Sure, I’m almost 8 months pregnant, but damn.

I know I have some clients today, I”m only working 11-7, I really can’t keep up with the 10 hour days I’d been pulling. While I don’t want this baby to be born early, I’m ready to go on maternity leave. I need to get away from the salon, to start a new chapter in my life and really change my attitude about work.

Oh well, time to get my jeans out of the dryer.

She just ate my fake eyelashes off the counter like they were candy. What kind of freakdog is she? Geezz.