This last photo might be a failed attempt to "not take myself too seriously". Not sure if that translates, or if I just look stupid. Anyway, I've grown to love shorts (with my annoying east coast accent its "showts"). Not to mention these are in my favorite shade of throw up. I've been told I have weird taste in colors, good thing I picked a career where half the work is with colors, amirite?
I was one of those gothy kids who always wore long black pants in the summer and it drove my mother crazy. I was committed to a ~look~, ya'll know how it is. But now, shorts are my fave go to in the summer, especially now that I'm a self proclaimed "bike bitch".
Title of this post pretty much says it all. Last week I had to pleasure of babysitting London, who i call my furry nephew. Maybe I'm playing favorites, but sometime I feel like this dog can read my thoughts, and that he's not a dog but a very short and fluffy human. But I have the snaking suspicion that everyone feels that way about their family dog.
Right after this photo as taken, he processed to rub his face all over my ~groovy~ rug. At least is wasn't his butt.
He needs a haircut, but his furriness is so cute. Look at dat beard and those furry feeeeet!