My husband is a child. This morning he decided to bring home a turtle from the bayou where we walk our dogs. I begged him to put him back but he wanted to play with it. I don't get it. Eventually he put him back after several attempts by the turtle to escape at no avail. Then he decided to lay out on the floor of the patio to get some sun. I guess getting dirty is his thing.
On the bright-side, he surprised me with a trip to California. A friend of his is moving up there and invited us to come out and see the sights. We never went on a honeymoon so we can kinda consider this a mini-moon five months late. Whatever. I'll take any excuse to get outta town. Since we're flying back we can't take the dogs with us (I wish we could). So I took Mya to my parents house tonight so they can watch her this week. I hate leaving her and saying goodbye. It makes me sad because I know she doesn't understand what's going on. I'm gonna miss her face so much.
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