Today I regain custody of RLO. I’m a tad nervous about what condition I’ll find him in. I swear if he comes back quoting scriptures every time I have another glass of wine I’ll rip that Holy Ghost right out of him. Then I’ll make the Holy Ghost my new best friend naming him Hank. Hank, RLO and I will become the new, hip three musketeers.
We’ll ride off into the sunset on white horses. Wait, did they have horses? I didn’t read the book and the only thing I remember about the movie was Charlie Sheen. It was 1993. I was way too busy trying not to get knocked up in the back of the movie theater to pay much attention to anything on screen.
I have a long list of activities for this week. Though I haven’t actually shown him the list—he has a much harder time saying no to me in person. It’s because I bat my beautiful, long lashes while threatening to give Daisy to him. He has a hard time saying no at that point. He’d do anything to stay away from my dog, even driving me to Utah County to play mini-golf at Liberty Land.
Yes, I will take pictures. You’re welcome.