While checking my email (a bit obsessively) to see if I have info about a new date, I found myself at home one rainy afternoon. My house was clean; well- my version of clean. I was ignoring the constant mess that is my craft room. Oh, what to do?
This next activity I am reluctant to admit. With eyeliner in hand, I drew a mustache on my finger and tried to take pics of my dogs with a 'stache. I've never seen my dogs look at me with such disdain. They were pretty much in the midst of a rainy day nap. One would think that would make the process easier. Two of the more cooperative beagles wouldn't make eye contact with me. The shih tzu tried to escape and wouldn't sit in one place, let alone near by. Most days, I can't remove him from my side. Finally, I was pleased enough with one shot to wash my hand and remove the evidence. There was a collective canine sign of relief. Only then did I realize what I was doing. Shame set in. Luckily, it was fleeting.
I really hope I have a date soon. So do my dogs.
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