Imma Throw Him A Bone

     If I could have anything in the world, anything at all that I wish for, I think I would wish that I could wear perfume again.  It's an age old tradition for men and women that harnesses a special power, an allure of scent, of memory, of an essence.  Before I realized that my perfume wearing was triggering migraines and possibly before my perfume wearing actual trigged migraines, I remember going into my local Sephora and taking my time smelling all of the perfumes to find the exact right one.  I always gravitated towards anything that smelled musky/oaky. What I wanted people to smell on me was "the old world" preferably England, as if I had spent most of my time deep in the cedar forests (while it rained) or maybe in the library with old books.  Burberry.  Classic tradition.  Or maybe somewhere a bit more racy, some place hazy with smoke (but then again the images in my head are always more alluring in my head than in reality because who actually wants to be in a room full of smoke?  Not me, I don't think my lungs could hack it, but the movies always make it look so dang enticing).
     I've been preparing my chapter entry for tomorrow.  But besides that I've been kind of lazy today.   Yes I know I'm tattling on myself but it's okay.  I'm going to make up for it tomorrow and I'm about halfway done with editing my pictures from yesterday.  I thought I would have a hard time picking out pictures to edit and I was right.  It is hard trying to pick out the right photos.  Which is why I had been putting it off.  I even listed books on Amazon (I'm like 3/4ths of the way done).  Yeah, I'm a perpetual half-doer.  I'm sure there is a technical term for that.  I'm working on it.  And that's all that matters right?
    I finished a new mix today for my friend, Allison, the college graduate from Duke!!  I'm pretty sure she's even speaking at the ceremony, possibly.  I'm putting it in the mail tomorrow along with a small happy.  I hope she gets it before she moves home from Durham for the summer.  I'm not exactly sure what is next for her, but I know its going to be something great (and I'm pretty sure it's med school... to be a surgeon, but I could be wrong on the surgeon part).  She's pretty awesome regardless.  (She's going to be a real life Christina Yang minus the fact that Allison is not Asian nor does she try to be devoid of emotions.)  She's been a long distance best friend whenever I needed her and I miss her.  Which is why I love making mixes and sending little packages.  I hope that when she gets my packages in her mail that it makes her day.
     I've been puppy watching and I had to clean up after the little puppy chewed through a bag of lawn stuff.  I put up a chair in front of the bags to keep Oscar from chewing anymore.  Jack barks at anything that is out of place.  He did not like the chair.  I took this video of the end of his protective barking.

Later that night, Jack started barking up a storm and then I hear Oscar barking.  Ummm, why?  Not entirely sure.  But I thought something was up because Oscar rarely barks (except when he wants to play or get let out of his cage).  I found that Oscar was still in his hidey-hole behind the door.  Apparently he was just barking in response to Jack.  Or at least that's my theory.  Anyway, while I was out checking on them Oscar got the hiccups and I didn't think it was fair for Jack to be the only one with a video on my blog tonight.

Yeah I know he is just too cute!!  As if y'all needed anymore proof:

Let's just take a second and think about how awesome sprinkles actually are.  "Oh an Ode to the Sprinkle" sounds like a perfect title for a poem to me (if only that were actually a song).

Title: "Loaded Gun" by Tyler Hilton