I love my Love Puppy.
I was sick when I got home from work today. It wasn't pretty. I didn't acknowledge anyone/thing for several minutes, focusing only on the need to lie down/die. The Love Puppy looked like she was going to explode with Puppy Emotion and kept trying to get my attention. When I finally pet her, it was as though she said "Oh thank God!" and snugged up on me like a small child. And then refused to move. It made me feel better. She's crafty, my Love Puppy.

Today I checked my mail and discovered I had five packages. FIVE. It was like effing Christmas. Definitely the highlight of my day. Lots of pretties.

Speaking of Pretties...

Pretty is taking a full-load of classes right now to make his pharmacy school application even more awesome. It's really weird. For the bulk of our relationship, I have been in the one in school. I don't envy him, man. The full-time work/school combo can be rough. It's kinda funny that he's taking these classes though because he already has a chemistry degree and has to take basic courses at the community college now.
Funny/expensive and time consuming.
Oh well.

I have this fantasy world in my head where I jet off to my grandparent's house in Wyoming without warning and stay as long as I damn well please. I keep picturing movie scenes with stressed out women hiding at the family cabin to hang out on the porch and drink lots of tea. I wanna go to Wyoming and drink tea on the porch. And see lots of green. And spend time with my Gigi. And stroll around downtown to pick up some books and read them on the porch while drinking tea. And paint with my Papa. And breathe clean air. Etc.
I've been wanting to go back for ages, but keep finding other things to spend the plane ticket money on. I promised my grandparents I would visit this summer, and plan to keep that promise. But summer is really, really far away...

It's been rainy here lately. Although I think the lack of sunshine is contributing to my recent increase of depressive symptoms, it has changed the atmosphere around here. Tucson feels really different when it's cold and rainy. Cold may not really be the best word, as my Flagstaff buddies endure yet another snow storm, but you get the idea.
The rain has taught me that there is a leak in the skylight in my bathroom. (No, I don't know why there is a skylight there). This is amusing because I've been wondering why the bath mat is always wet, but never bothered to piece it together. I've been especially spacey lately.

I want to write a how-to guide on relationships. A funny one, obviously. Seriousness is rarely a good time. Daily life is serious enough, thankyouverymuch. I've been wanting to do this for awhile now. Not that I am in any way an expert on the topic, I just think it would be an amusing thing to write about.

I haven't been keeping up with the list of things that make me happy on this blog. I wrote a rather lengthy list of these at work while I was hating life slightly more than usual (kidding). Can't remember if I discussed this here yet...Regardless, the list was interesting. At first, I put a lot of thought into what I wrote down, but I eventually just wrote whatever came to mind. A bunch of people who's existance I prefer to ignore came up. Also, I learned that sprinkles came to mind way before any sort activity. Which is funny. And maybe a little embarrassing. Mostly funny though.