Dog House

I am pretty sure I should not be blogging right now.

Not in the I-think-I-had-to-much-to-drink-and-should-not-be-writing way, but more in a “I-cannot-believe-my-mother-is-here-and-you-are-writing-a-blog-instead-of-entertaining-her” way (quote husband).

Actually I know I should not be blogging right now, because he just left the house to take a little walk and before he left he said: “Now she’s going back and forth about wanting to drive down to Vancouver on Thursday. Can you talk to her and tell her to make up her mind?”.

Right.

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