I would like to say that I fully support any woman who chooses to wear a hijab. Your faith and your choices are your own. And it is a beautiful sign of that faith. I view it the same as I would a cross or a bindi.
And I gotta admit, a lot of them look awesome.
Had lunch at Zion Market. At at the Spotted Cow Pho. Nom.
Was gonna make something different but went with a classic. Okay so it MIGHT have korean hot peppers in it.
Home inspection went well. No major catastrophes. And no ghosts and/or a crack whore den. This is one of my favorite rooms in the house. Perfect for a christmas tree. One step closer. — with Eric Arvin.
Because as we all know, different means there are so many more flavours and colours in this world.
WOOOOOOOOT Dirty Kiss is up and running! Now on Audible!
UPDATE: Cole is up and running… and on AUDIBLE!
Eric and I spent all day making plans for our new house. What we are going to keep. What we are going to change. When it is acceptable to start decorating for Christmas this year since the last one was taken from us (I said July, he said maybe August. I count that as a win). Today was a good day.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen Eric smile as big as he did when I read him the email.
One step closer…
My Old Man Dog Jax passed away today while I was driving up to Palm Springs. My sister found him in my bed, snuggled up into my pillows. He’d passed in his sleep which is exactly how I’d want him to go on. He was comfortable and happy. I’d spent an hour with him this morning before I headed up scritching him and he’d had a really good day.
He was quite old. And he’d been a rescue who’d had a horrible life before he moved in with us. After that, it was all cookies, sweaters when it was cold and memory foam mattresses to sleep on. And sunbeams. Food whenever he wanted it and all the clean water he could have. As well as a few beef bones now and then. He had dog brothers to play with and a couple of cats he could roomba into since he’d gone blind. Personally I think he was faking it more than a few times just so he could bump into the cats.
I’m okay. Everyone’s fine. When I’d left him he’d been snoring, in a sunbeam and happy. He had that life for more than fifteen years. And he was a good dog.
