Well folks, summer is finally over. It's official. School starts tomorrow. Late, right? I finally journeyed back up to Canada and got into town this weekend. It's back to real life around here. It's been 3 full months since I've been home and 3 weeks since I've seen The Canadian and the pups. That's a long time! It's amazing The Canadian survived without me.
I got into town Saturday evening and then we spent yesterday hanging around the house. Okay, that's a lie. I spent the day pretending to write a paper -- because I'm back in school taking some education classes! Oh happy day. And it's not like I had anything better to do.
Like vacuum the house that clearly hasn't been vacuumed in weeks. I mean, come on, it's like the wild west around here with tumble weeds blowing everywhere.
Grocery shopping? Forget about it. Clearly, The Canadian has been surviving on pizza and Subway. I was going to go today but Canada has some weird hang up about holidays and insists on closing every single store in town, including the grocery store. I will never, repeat never, understand this phenomenon.
I also had some unpacking that I may or may not have chosen to ignore. Instead, I opted for the turn-my-dining-room-into-my-closet method. Maybe I'll get to it next weekend.
I was all ready to buckle down and crank out my paper this afternoon with Maple curled up at my feet but then somebody decided they wanted to go out and play.
No, that somebody wasn't Maple. It was The Canadian. He wanted to go biking in the woods and take my sweet black dog with him. I agreed, but only because I needed some peace and quiet if there was ever going to be a chance in hell of me finishing my paper.
So off they went. Into the sunset...
Leaving me with the black and white giant. Ummm...speaking of which...I know a Newf that desperately needs a bath. Girlfriend smells. Don't get me wrong, I appreciated the company and the distraction (because I really didn't want to write my paper) but whew!
First thing on the to-do list tomorrow is book a grooming appointment.
Then I'll go to the grocery store. Then maybe I'll consider unpacking.
Or maybe I'll empty my pantry and reorganize it since the construction workers (from the water damage, you'll recall) put it back all wrong.
But if I'm going to work on the pantry then I might as well tackle the linen closet that is in shambles.
And don't even get my started on my tupperware cabinet. Or my laundry room.
See? I'm never going to unpack. I'm going to be getting dressed in the dining room forever. I guess I better go invest in some curtains. Which, I might add, has been on my to-do list for about 6 months. Nice.