It's that time again people. It's the time when I apologize for not posting for a long time and then say it's because I've been super busy. It's true. I have been. Plus I was really sick with a chest infection and the only thing I ever wanted to do was sleep or at least lie down. I'm still a bit sick now but I can at least function. And boy have I been functioning. Each time I complain about work being busy I don't think it could get any busier and then it does. I've been working 10-11 hour days without breaks and I haven't even made a dent. Of course, I'm writing this at work but I deserve a break dammit!
Because I am always here, and if not here then playing on one of my two ball teams and if not playing ball then doing one of the many things I stupidly volunteer for, my house is a mess and my yard looks like a jungle. And not in a good way with monkeys and people singing and playing bongo drums. I have often wished that an extra day could be added on to the week somehow. I wonder who I would talk to about that?
And we sold our dog. It was a bitter sweet time for both my husband and I. I don't really miss the little bugger but I sure do feel bad for letting him go. It wasn't his fault he was the size of a small pony. He meant well. We just couldn't handle him. I tried to justify our giving him up by saying that we would find a farm and he would be much happier there. But we couldn't find a farm. We couldn't find anyone. Only one lady responded so that's where he went. She wanted a guard dog who could stay outside, which is where he belongs, but I'm not sure if it was the best choice for him. She has a nine year old boy though which I think is a good thing. I still feel guilty and sad. I feel like I let the poor dog down and I keep thinking that he's sitting there wondering why we aren't coming to pick him up. I hope I'm wrong. I hope he's happy.
Now I'm sad. Stupid dog.