I get to pick up the pup!

Kyle is on his way home from work! Which means we get to go pick Beaux up from the vet soon.

We spent $204 for them to tell us that he ate something that his body is waiting to pass. That something being the chunk of my Conn College sweatshirt blanket he feasted on somewhere between Saturday and Tuesday. He has no regards for this that I hold dear for both sentimental and cuddling purposes. Bastard. Oh well, at least I didn't have to clean up dog puke or other doggie unmentionables today after work. That might be worth $204 right there. It would be different if we lived somewhere else. But the house we rent is completely carpeted except for parts (not even all) of the bathroom and the mud room/laundry room/Beaux's bedroom. Even the kitchen is carpeted. Do you realize how easy it is to clean a mess off of hardwood or tile? I yearn...

I'm so glad its Friday. Working 8 hours a day can make me feel like a walking cliche. I say things like "Happy Humpday", "TGIF, am I right?" and "Its definitely a Monday" without a lick of sarcasm. Pathetic...

Hubby home! Time to get the pup.