Dropball

The smell of bacon wafting down from upstairs is driving me insane.
I found a solution to my landline predicament!!!  A little buddy named, The Magic Jack.  As soon as I save $80 I'll decide if it's worth it.  In my fantasy land everyone uses Skype and saves me a pain in the behind.
Dudemate is explaining puppychow (the snack) to a visitor.
My first dog volunteering event went pretty well.  I got to hold a dog for two hours in a warehouse room full of other pups.  I missed Louis so so so much.  I wanted to squeeze all the dogs and take them home.  I'm so mad at myself for not being able to have my own dog friendly place where I can do what I want.  Fostering dogs was so fulfilling and made my heart happy.  I don't even know if I'd have what it takes to qualify as a foster mom, but  oh how I wish.  The only drawback to this volunteer rigamarole is that I ended up taking a stress nap and wasting the rest of the afternoon during which I had planned to bake cookies for tomorrow.  Now there are strangers roaming around up there and I don't know what to do...except sit here and watch Seinfeld.

After four months of being here, everything still feels in shambles.  Mostly because it isn't what/how I wanted things to be when I made my grand return.  There was somewhat of a backslide of sorts by messaging an old flame.  Too much of a one-sided email/messaging situation.  If I'm the only one putting it out there, then...I think that's a sign I should probably just bring it on back.  I do have the problem of never knowing when I'm not wanted.  I think it's karma.  I ignored J so now I'm the one being ignored.  Oh life, kicking me in the crotch one more time.