Despite the faux platinum currently residing on my head, I'm a natural blonde. It's just a much more natural-looking natural. Heh. But that has nothing to do with anything. What I want to tell you is that yes, I have blonde moments. I like to think I'm one of those blondes that blonde jokes DON'T apply to, but then I'll drop a brick on my head. What can you do?
So, then...Today, I went to physical therapy and was all panicky because I was running late. And that damn bus just would.not.come. I finally got there, at 8:47 for my 8:45 appointment. I was all flustered and sweaty and hot and icky and... it was the wrong day. Yeah. My appointment is tomorrow. #*%@#%@
Soooo, how was your weekend? Ours was nice. No, I didn't get to see Pirates of the Caribbean. The Targo decided he didn't want to pay Chicago prices for that or Shrek the Third. Me? I don't pay for movies. That's his job. I buy pizza.
We went to The Targo's parents' house for the obligatory Memorial Day cookout. Rock on! The Targo's dad cooked some sort of ribs for everyone but me. For me, he sweetly made boneless barbecued chicken breasts. I's spoilt!
It was a nice time. Too, I got to hang out with this guy:
Even if you're not a dog person, you've got to love this face. C'mon. That mug says "I'm so dopey, you gotta love me."
And also - there's Honey, the in-law's other dog, a soft-coated Wheaten terrier. She's a teddy bear. I want to eat her feet!
Aren't these dogs cute? Admit it: You totally wish you were hanging with me over Memorial Day. Don't ya?