So, house-sitting was overall pretty successful, except for the fact that my grandparents' dog may hate me. Saturday morning, I groggily rolled out of the bed and let Gizmo out front to do her thing. Normally, she'll just run to the grass, do her business, and hobble back inside no problem. I expected this as I stood at the door in my normal sleeping attire of a sports bra and boy shorts. However, Gizmo decided to switch it up. I watched her wobble closer to the steps, but didn't do anything because I expected her to just stop and you know...whatever. But no. Gizmo kept walking down the little hill, down the sidewalk, and over next door. She kept glancing at the street like she was actually considering wobbling across to try out the other neighbor's grass! Not wanting to have a dead dog hanging over my head, I ran outside, sprinted down the sidewalk, scooped her up, and dashed for the front door...all in my skivvies. I was so embarrassed, and she looked pretty smug about it.
Gizmo didn't go out front again.
Frank is gone, a friend adopted him today. I was quite sad to pack his food into her car and buckle him up...his leaves actually touched the belt this time. They grow up so fast...
So, I just got a wonderful call.
I got this call from a restricted number and didn't answer until they called again and it was a riceboxx employee telling me that they're calling random people to offer this free thing if they come to the new store and I was like," where is it?" and he didn't know. So he's looking for the paper, yelling at someone else in vietnamese and kept saying "where's the f-ing paper!?" but he couldn't find it and told me sorry we could do this another time, and told me he loved me.
I told him I loved him too.
"You haven't loved since January..."
You're random phone call just made my day(:
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