Sadie has this tennis ball that's all coated in mud, and then dried, and then coated in more mud, and slobber, and toilet water, and she carries it around with her all day long. She drops it in the toilet while she's drinking, and sometimes she drops it in our bath's. When this happens it leaves a muddy streak all the way down the side of the tub. She's dropped it on my face a few times too. Sometimes I don't mind, and sometimes I'm super pissed. I think the amount of pissed is based on the length of time that has passed since she dropped it in the toilet last. I don't know what her obsession with this ball is. Sometimes I go out in the yard, and throw it for her, but once she retrieves it she doesn't let you have it back again. She doesn't want you to take it, but she does want to rub it on you. Like she really wants to. She's always hitting me with it when I'm trying to put Grace to sleep, and sometimes I get so annoyed I pry her mouth open, pull it out, and throw it as hard as I can, and she always brings it back, and then jumps onto my lap with it, waking Grace up, and then all I can do is tell her I hate her and her stupid ball.
Look at this cute chair I bought Grace. She loves sitting in it. And notice what Sadie is doing. She's throwing her ball up in the air for herself, and then catching it. Somebody needs some friends.
Look how nasty it is.
That's all. Oh except this. I've been watching Say Yes to the Dress for like a month now, and I feel like I need to have another wedding. I need to pick another dress at Kleinfelds. Panina is my best friend. A few weeks ago I watched like 5 episodes on Netflix, and then I went and put my dress on, and had Jeff take pictures of me. Ok bye for real.