Lovey and I spent our MLK afternoon test-driving cars. SUVs actually. It just wasn't as fun as I thought it should be somehow.
If you ever wondered what kind of car you need to transport a Briard, let me help you. It's one like this:
Although if he was folded nicely, this may work:
Lovey will so never let me have the black although it is seriously gorgeous. I promise, I will clean it and polish it and feed it good gas. Please, I can have it, please??
Either way, I'm sure Auntie Elizabeth would approve.
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Week 2 of The Diet netted 2.8 additional pounds. Which isn't bad considering less weight is generally lost the second week of a diet. That's when your body is like "Hey, wait a minute! I see what you're doing. Hold onto the fat!!" I'm kicking it up a notch this week with aggressive house-cleaning (all day Tuesday actually) and a little physical activity. Yep, it's come to this. On the positive side, I'm a quarter of the way to my goal. Woot! Woot!
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