This year is bananas.
Bananas in a good way, the very best way really. It's just hands down the busiest year I've ever experienced. So I am in a get shit DONE mode today and have about three hours before I need to head to the airport.
First of all, your comments yesterday were awesome. Thank you. I love that I can come here and just shoot the shit and know that I have a cool community of people stopping by who aren't crazy internet-folk. I really appreciate that.
Speaking of crazy, Chris left for his bachelor trip yesterday. He'll be in Vegas until Sunday. Yesterday was Wednesday. He will be in Vegas Wednesday- Sunday.... WHY? I don't know. He is nuts. No one goes to Vegas for that long. I once went to Vegas on a Thursday and was booking an early flight home by Saturday. I had to get the hell out of there. A fan of that city I am not. The energy there feels dirty to me.
But Chris? Oh he loves Vegas. Funny how we are so different about some things.
He'll be there with fifteen other guys. And I literally just sighed so loud typing that. The Fremonster boys are an interesting bunch. They always run at least ten deep and their history runs twenty years long, for some even longer. I feel like this is more common with guys than girls. Or maybe I was the only loser who came out of high school with barely two friends?
My fear is that they don't realize they're not 21 anymore and things are going to get out of hand and someone is going to end up in the hospital or in jail. This is a very real fear of mine. If you'd hear some of the stories these guys have, you would understand why. So please keep Chris in your thoughts this weekend.
As for me, I'm heading to Steamboat with my mom and sister, and niece and nephew to do wedding stuff. Chris and I will be having drastically different weekends. I'll think about him tomorrow morning when I'm doing a hair trial at 8 a.m. and assume he'll just be getting home for "the night."
Wedding hair and makeup trials. How should I feel about this? Have any tips? I guess I'll let you know how it all goes tomorrow... Oh boy, oh boy.
I'm going to end with a request from my animal loving people.
I'm asking you for a favor... again. And we all know it won't be my last. Because when someone contacts me about a dog who needs help I'm going to relay the message, it's what you would do too. This sweet little pup named Lupita needs some funds to beat her tumor. Her mom gets up every morning at 6 a.m. to drive her to treatment an hour from her house, so this isn't the story of an owner giving up by any means, it's an owner who needs help. It's someone who clearly loves their dog as much as we all do and she could use some assistance. And did I mention she's nine months pregnant? Talk about a stressful time.
Click here to donate, then send me an email if you want and I'll give you free ad space as a thank you. The ad can be for your blog, your business, or even if you just want to put a smiling pic of your fur baby on my page for a month. Please just help Lupita, she and her mom are both in a bind.
It's Thursday, we've almost made it!
I'll be bouncing around the Midwest for the next couple weeks and may be slightly MIA on here, so follow on snap @thedailytay and I promise to show you 100 different clips of avocado toast. Jk jk.