Morning prep and dog poop.
At first glance this picture is nothing to write home about....just a perfectly innocent breakfast waiting to happen. But what if I told you that Kevin, my sweet, funny, anal-retentive boyfriend, in all seriousness set this up the NIGHT BEFORE?
He also prepped the coffee. Sugar, spoon and travel mug all on the ready!
Now don't go getting all up in Kevin's grill about this incredible cuteness because a) he'll get embarrassed and b) that's my job and I take it very seriously. Ironically, in spite of all this careful preparation, Kevin ran around like a wild banshee in the morning looking for his keys just minutes before catching the bus.
Do you think we are crazy for moving out of this awesome pad?
Well, you're wrong. And please don't come stalk us now that you know where we rest our pretty little heads at night.
Somebody sent Marilyn Musgrave an envelope full of DOG SHIT. Ohmigod, that's the funniest thing I've heard all week. I hope it was poop from a GAY DOG trying to get married.
TGIF mofos. 6 more hours. Really, that long until I'm free from the bondage of office hell? Well then, I'm sure I'll be back.