Best life…and best friends
Have I mentioned lately how attached I'm getting to Chip the Dog?
Well, I am. Not so much that I'm going to cause a scene when the globe-trotting Smith family return, and lay claim to their pet. I know my role in this whole thing. No, really…I get it.
One of the Smith family members was home over the weekend, and we threw a friendly little gathering with some of our neighbors. Much alcohol was flowing. And one of my neighbor's who shall go unnamed to protect her integrity (Hi Angela!), had said to me, the next day, "What kind of an example is it, to drink that much in front of your children?"…to which I replied, "It's the perfect example...you're showing them where and how to drink. At home, with your much loved neighbors, where no driving is required. That's how you should do it."
Any trouble finding your home, on foot, at 2 a.m. is separate issue altogether.
Me? I was totally hopped up on little cans of Sprite and Pepsi. Then someone got the good sense to wonder what would happen if Chippie's owner and me both tried to call her at the same time. Nice.
I'm not sure how this is tying into my bestlife.com, which is the category i've placed this post under. What I'm trying to figure out is since i started living my bestlife.com, I've gained 7 pounds. I'm going to have to re-read the opening chapters. I think that i'm not supposed to be eating at TGIFridays until I feel like I have to sleep before I can physically remove myself from the restaurant. Same goes for late night Reeses-flavored ice cream. And pouring shredded cheese directly from the plastic bag into my mouth.
So I put Chip on the blog today, because we've started a new plan: morning walks. Right after the kids get on the bus, and before starting work for the day. 30 minutes. We can do this. Together. Me, and Chip the dog. Forever and ever. Amen.
And if you're wondering who she went to when we called? I'll never tell…