I have a tiny dog that insists on cuddling up to me no matter what. She's very cute but kinda annoying.
This morning I woke up early to get my car inspected. I am pleased that it passed. The guy also praised me, saying my car passed inspection like a new car so I must be taking good care of it.
After that, ben and I went to the pottery lab to pick up my mom's gift. It didn't come out the way I envisioned, but still came out pretty decent. My mom will like it no matter what because she's a mom and has to like things her kids make.
We also went to the grocery store, but not the one we usually go to. I had trouble finding things and was full of madness. Also they did not sell the type of chicken I wanted. I like to buy chickens that have not been completely tortured through their tiny lives, but this store only had at best "all natural" chickens which is a label that means absolutely nothing.
My dog is now cuddling my arm, which means I have to type with one hand.
After shopping, we picked up tacos to eat while watching yellow submarine. Ben had never seen that movie, which shocked me greatly because I was raised on it. My dad would frequently put it on when he needed a tv babysitter.
Then we took a nap because it's game night. I had dreams about rainbows and apples.
I feel like I should make dinner because it's dinner time, but I'm not hungry. Very odd.
My dog just gave me back my arm! Yay!
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