I had a superbowl of ice cream for breakfast. Hurray for my husband. We used to do that all the time when we were dating. Eating ice cream in bed for breakfast. Always chocolate chip cookie dough. It was nice.
Much nicer than the lunch I had. While the chicken sandwich I had was yummy, it left a foul taste in my mouth after I ralphed it all up in the bathroom. The discover of a HAIR in your food will do that to you. ::Gag:: No more fuzzy taco for me... EVER. Gross. They weren't super apologetic or happy about refunding my food, either. Seriously? Disgusting.
Anyway, it made me sad. When I feel sad, I like to look at pictures of puppies. Something about a sweet puppy face makes me all warm inside. Especially a fluffy golden retriever puppy.
Ta-dah! This Appa (Ah-puh) our newest family member. An 8 week old golden retreiver puppy named after the sky bison in Avatar: The Last Airbender. :) Happy Superbowl Sunday!
P.S. BOOOOO to having to go back to work tomorrow after being off since Tuesday.