A Pug and a bunny.

My dog and I had an appointment at the vet today.

The last appointment we had didn't go so well a couple weeks ago. She needed two shots and she couldn't get them at the same time, so we had to make another appointment for this afternoon.

Penny decided not to run away this time. Instead, she tried to throw a fit when I opened the door to the building. She wouldn't go in and wanted to go back to the car.

When you weigh 18 pounds, you don't have a choice because your human can pick you up easily while you're throwing a fit.

Crisis averted, people.

I'm proud to say that she did not bite anyone this time. She sat in my lap and shook in fear, and she gave the person giving her the shot the stink eye. She also snorted a lot.

Snorting and stink eyes are okay. I mean, that's better than biting.

I told Penny before we went that if she was good we would go shopping for a new toy.

I'm excited to announce that Penny picked out a bunny as her new toy. There's one store in town that allows dogs, and Penny is a big fan of the treat isle and the dog food isle.

The toy isle is a pretty fun place, too.

Anyway, here's Penny and her new bunny.

Friday notes.

Here are a few notes that aren't at all related to each other.

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Yesterday one of my nieces was watching television. The news was on, and I don't remember what story they were talking about, but it was a serious story. It was about a carjacking or a car accident, something along those lines.

My niece started laughing. She was cracking up like she just saw the funniest thing she ever saw.

Um, okay?

She did it a few more times, then I got down on the floor on her level to see what was so funny.

She was laughing at the fan in front of her.

This kid rocks. They both rock, actually.

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I have the gift of being lactose intolerant.

I have little use for pizza (even though I eat it sometimes), I hate a certain restaurant that has buttermilk pancakes, and I have to be careful with things like cheese and butter.

Even bread has milk in it, people. This is ridiculous.

I decided to buy some pudding that comes in a box, thinking I could just add soy milk to it.

Imagine my surprise when I read the back of the box, after I spent $3 on three of them:

In case you can't read it, it says "Note: Pudding will not set if made with soy milk."

Why isn't that written in bold letters on the front of the box?

Does God hate me?

I refuse to let my $3 investment go to waste. I made the pudding with soy milk anyway (like a total rebel) and then I discovered the box was right.

I had pudding soup on my hands.

I tried to think of ways to make it thick. I whipped it more, to no avail. Then I thought, I could freeze it! After a while in the freezer, I took it out.

I mixed it up again, and it was acceptable.

It was acceptable ice pudding. It has a weird texture to it, but sometimes you just have to make do with what you've got.

To all of those who can eat and drink milk products with no major consequences, I hate you all.

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One of the things I'm really worried about is a trip I have coming up next week. This trip requires me to put on my grown up pants and fly across the country by myself.

By myself!

I can handle the airport that I'm flying out of. I've been there before and it's not that big or overwhelming. What makes me want to ship my pants, though,  is my short layover in Atlanta.

Atlanta!

I'm pretty sure I won't die, but I have this anxiety-ridden thought in my head that I'm going to get on the wrong airplane and end up in a prison camp in North Korea.

Sigh.

Another thing I'm really worried about regarding this trip is packing. Anyone who has ever traveled with me knows that I'm not exactly a light packer.

I went to Nebraska last week and stayed one night in a hotel room. I think I had four or five bags and things to carry into the room, plus I lost my car keys and my mind in the process.

I have no idea how I'm going to live for eight days (a combined total of eight days over two trips) out of one single suitcase. And since I'm going to be around people, as opposed to being in a car and hotel room by myself, I'm going to have to pretend like I know what I'm doing.

I don't.

If someone could teach me how to be a grown up, I would appreciate it. I need lessons in flying solo and packing.

Thanks!

Please don't eat my scarf.

Things I've either said or overheard in the past few days:

- Please don't eat my scarf.

- You may not eat my finger. I need that.

- Do you hold your toes while you eat? 

Context: Life with two 7-month-olds is pretty interesting. Today while eating lunch, one of my nieces barfed right in front of me and the other one barfed on me. 

I have a life tip for you. If you're wearing nice work clothes, it's okay to hold a barfy baby as long as you hold them with their mouth away from you.

While she did technically barf on me, a change of clothes wasn't necessary because she wasn't facing me. I didn't exactly picture myself typing that sentence pre-babies. Ha, ha. 

There was also some multi-tasking going on today. One of the babies was eating lunch and holding her toes at the same time. 

Hey, why not?

Every line and every scar.

I had this song stuck in my head the other day. It's a song from Saving Jane and I'm pretty sure it's like 10 years old.

I love this song and I've been singing it all week.

Come Down To Me

Words fall out of my mouth
And I can’t seem to trace what I’m saying
Everybody wants your time
I’m just dreaming out loud,
I can’t have you for mine and I know it
I just wanna watch you shine.

Tripping up on my tongue,
It’s all over my face and I’m racing
Gotta get away from you
Burning all the way home,
Try to put it to bed but it chases
Every little thing I do

When the light falls on your face,
Don’t let it change you
When the stars get in your eyes,
Don’t let them blind you.

You’re beautiful
Just the way you are
And I love it all
Every line, and every scar
And I wish that I could make you see
This is where you ought to be,
Come down to me.

Spell it out in a song,
Bet you never catch on to my weakness
I’m singing every word for you.
Here I’m thinking I’m sly
Then you’re catching my eye, and just maybe
You’re thinking what I’m thinking too

When you see it on my face,
Don’t let it shake you
I know better than to try and
Take you with me.

I Instagram every meal I've had.

Fruit and basil are probably my favorite things in the world to eat.

Tonight for supper, I ate a bowl of this:

This is strawberries, tomatoes (from the garden, huzzah!), basil, Parmesan cheese and balsamic vinegar.

I can't even describe how delicious this is. You might think that strawberries and tomatoes don't go together, but they're kind of amazing together.

And the balsamic vinegar? Swoon. I think I'm in love.

I got this recipe from The New York Times. Every summer I Google this article and make some of my favorites.

Here's the link: 101 Simple Salads for the Season

The world is mine!

The U.S. Department of State sent me some mail that I'm pretty excited about. Hells yeah!

Friday night quotes.

First quote - 

"I love you."

"I want to punch you in the face."

"I think our honeymoon is over."

Second quote - 

"I keep saying things that are things."

Third quote - 

"This needs to go on your blog."

Ask and you shall receive.

Context: There were some fierce games of Apples to Apples and another card game last night. Thanks for the fun night and laughs, dudes.

:)