The Harlow Is Coming Home
Wednesday, May 7, 2014
I loved all of the comments left behind on yesterday's marriage post. As a few of you noted, to each their own. That's pretty much the best way to sum it up. My parents got married when they were 19 and they're still doing pretty damn good. So I think we can all agree it's just whatever works for you. Unless of course you're my grandma, I'm pretty certain she's still praying for me every day to stop living in sin. I told her just to tell her friends I'm living with my "domestic partner, Chris" and we're doing a-okay. But for some reason my conservative grandmother didn't want to tell people that her comedian grand-daughter has a "partner" named Chris. I have no idea why...
But anyway, guess who comes home tomorrow? HARLOW! He's been at basketball camp in Nebraska for the past two weeks while we were moving and I have missed him so badly. It's lonely working from home when your only coworker isn't around to bug you.
I made the mistake of not sending him to camp when we moved last time and for those of you who have moved with a dog, you can understand my pain. He was so hyper and nervous with every box I took out of the house that he almost broke through the window trying to make sure he made it in the u-haul with all of his toys. Each time I would walk in and out of the house to get a new load of stuff he would plow me over and bark in my face "DON'T FORGET ME!" As if that were ever possible.
I can't wait for him to arrive tomorrow night and see his new house. He's finally going to have a little space to run when he gets a sudden case of the zoomies. And of course there's also that new back yard. Which is a little smaller than I remember it... But I'm sure Harlow won't mind. The crazy white dog who lives above us seems to enjoy it. Yes, Harlow is going to have his first upstairs neighbor and I'm interested to see how that goes down... Harlow's more into people than other dogs and I've seen this new guy outside and he looks like a maniac. He reminds me of the little white dog from the Mask because it appears he has a vertical of about 50 feet, if that gives you any sort of visual.
Anyway, because it's sunny and 70 degrees I'm going to keep this short and sweet today. Or short and boring, you decide. Nice weather is fleeting in Chicago so I've got to take advantage of it when I can. Have a great Wednesday. And happy b-day to my brother Jordan!
This photo really couldn't sum up our childhood any better.