Don’t ever take me into a pet store, close to my daughter’s birthday, and then look up at me with big brown eyes (in this case, my husband’s) and utter the words, “But I LOVE her.”
Because I will say something like, “Well, then we may as well get two so they can keep each other company.”
What??? THAT was practical?
And here we are. Not just a book coming out in thirty days (mine). Not just Grease, the musical, to mount over at the high school (my husband’s show). Not just a trip to Israel for A WEEK (my husband’s brother’s wedding). But puppies too?
No, seriously, we didn’t have enough going on. Much better now.
Last words to my husband, “Don’t EVER take me into an orphanage.”
Wow you guys are crazy busy! Good luck with the puppies and thanks for visiting my blog.