It's Anna, dog. Ha. I'm so ghetto. And I don't really have much to say. Pretty sure this is a pointless post.

I'm sitting here trying to make a list of everything I want to get accomplished for the day and all I'm hearing is thunder. Only it's not really thunder. It's Howie and Chief rolling really hard into the wall. Which makes me think of a funny and kind of sad story I heard at the vet. Someone had to bring their dog in because the dog swung his toy around so hard and hit himself in the head so hard that he got a concussion from it!

Anyway, I'm starting to get used to not having much to do. That means we've had a super super clean apartment since we've moved in. Not likely to stay that way, but hey, it's kinda nice while it's lasting.

I'm missing a wedding this weekend that I really really would like to be at, and that makes me sad. It's just too expensive right now, especially since Hoffer only gets paid once a month.

I don't really have much to say, and since I'm not exactly dying to update you on my choice of underwear, I think I'm out. Have a fantastic day.