Horrific Turns Rockstar

This morning didn’t start out so… well.

With four hours of sleep and a raging red eye from sleeping in contacts slash leftover mascara from the epic California trip… I made the commute to rescue a dog. My dog, Scout, had been in boarding – Benny’s Dog Resort – for five solid days. After an early morning transfer across North Dallas, the work week starts and I discover (really just came to terms with as I knew the news before the epicness) my car insurance has been canceled. DUH DUH DUH.

“Irresponsibility is not a good trait missy!” – one of the overly supportive messages of text I received today after explaining my plight. Seven hundred plus dollars later… I’m insured and ramen is my new favorite entree.

Midday? Still downhill. I’ve gotten to the point where coworkers are starting to worry for my eye. So, executive decision maker that I am, I go home, swish swash that contact bugger, make an appointment for Lenscrafters on Thursday and head back to the 17th floor for uber productiveness.

Where does it turn around you ponder? Approximately 3p CST… confirmation that I will be attending our first conference of the year in Cancun, Mexico. Yes, it’s great, Cancun! But better? They’re enlisting me with a grande amount of responsibility and I’m more excited to prove myself then tan while boozing. Seriously. I am.

Quick dip into the mundane after work, a mild jog with the Scouters in preparation of our future visitor…

GRAHAM

Graham, formerly known as Gambler, comes to visit the good ole #333 (it’s officially home now because I’ve signed another lease) from August Dog Rescue. Perhaps his serendipitous arrival should be saved for another post, but today, while starting in utter insanity may have ended up to be one of the most splendiferous, karma-terrific, fuzzy feelings days.

“The question is not, can they reason? Nor, can they talk? But rather, can they suffer?” – Jeremy Bentham

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