My husband hates me! Would you like to know how I know? Because he just called and told me. And by told, I mean screamed obscenities at me. In addition to Trixie's many charms and talents, she's a very capable escape artist. After working incredibly long hours this week, K has the morning off. Apparently, Trixie flew the coupe this morning and K injured his foot while giving chase. Oops! I feel terrible, really terrible. There are two things K really hates about me:
- I make bad, impulsive, selfish decisions at times (i.e. to get a dog, much less two dogs).
- I'm messy! Seriously messy! (Disclaimer: I'm getting so much better than I once was).