I have the most ridiculous craving for pasta right now. I’m thinking I want to go to Leona’s some time this weekend. They have the best chicken noodle soup ever too! Seriously, ever. Figures I would want the most carby meal in the world but whatever. I want pasta!

My birthday is coming up at the end of the month. I’m turning 24, but I keep telling my boyfriend it is my 21st birthday. I am obviously in denial about getting older. 24 seems like a sucky age. I don’t want to get older. Peter Pan Syndrome. For serious.

This weekend I have to go buy Edie some new chew toys. She’s so ADD, that nothing holds her attention for more than 30 seconds. She needs more variety obviously, even though her current favorite toys are the cap from a laundry detergent bottle, a sock tied in a knot and the shoe lace on my workout shoes. That’s my puppy. I’m haven’t put any pictures of her up in a few days, so I think some adorable Corgi love is necessary for this Friday.

I have this night table that she likes to crawl under and scrounge around for anything in the world that is small and can fit in her mouth. I swear she manages to summon things out of thin air for her to eat, I don’t care how many times I sweep or vacuum. Anyway, I took the drawers from this plastic set of drawers I have out to block off the bottom of the night table so she won’t go under it. So what does my pup do? Finds a new place to nap. Obviously, I need to dust so um, yeah…just ignore that.

 

I obviously say obviously far too much.