So yesterday Cole looks at me with those big, big brown eyes and says remember you said I can have a dog when I’m a teenager, and I said yes but inside I said oh crapezoid how do i get out of this and I wonder if I’ll be able to distract him with a car or a laptop or something teenagers dig mucho but he is one stubborn nino and he remembers that 2 years ago I said he could have a dog when he turned 16 and the guilt rages but the fact of the matter is I’m a lousy housekeeper and I can barely keep my kids washed and fed and a dog, ugh, a dog would just be so tempting to ignore and I just can’t take the poop and frankly a dog deserves a good owner, not me and today I woke up tired from another night of vivid dreaming and I’ve had way too much soda and the diuretic effect has kept me home all day and I am just so blobby and sad for no good reason so that is today, it is what it is.
Art of Dina Wakley
Art, classes, goofiness