I assume everyone who read that is now currently wearing jorts. Right guys? Uhh... right?
Just kidding, it's already fall. Sorry to break it to all of you. It was 48 degrees here a few mornings ago. Ten trillion thumbs down.
OH MY GOD I MOVED TO PORTSMOUTH AND FORGOT TO BLOG ABOUT IT. But yes. We're here! We did it!
An insane amount of whatnot has been going on here. INSANE. WHAT. NOT.
Apparently I am really enjoying the caps lock tonight.
We moved in less than two weeks ago, uhhhhhhhhh whatttttt it feels like so long ago that we were still in Boston.
Less than two weeks and now I am sitting in the living room typing this entry while Tim and Fred are sitting on the couch watching tv :)
If maybe you don't know me or maybe you aren't paying attention or maybe you have cooler things to do than creep on my flickr, Tim and I got a little long haired chihuahua pup!
His name is Fred and he is a 5 pound kissin machine. Seriously. This dog loves to lick your face. It would be kind of gross except for he doesn't slobber.
He is adorably pathetic and he loves the couch. Couch fiend. It's insane. He's sleeping all day just burrowed up in these blankets
This picture was not staged. Fredster will play for an hour maybe and then will pounce onto the blankets and use his nose to flip the blankets to burrow into them aaaaaaaaaaaah its so cute I could die.
He is also really pretty pathetic, which makes him very cute. Tim is trying to toughen him up and make him a man but with me its snuggs and hugs all day. AALLLLL DAY. Snuggs, hugs, naps, and yard time.
My family also came up to visit and we ate lots of delicious food and delicious lobsters. Joey is a crazy man. CRAZY. Also, I went candlepin bowling for the first time. Why do New Englanders insist on everything just being sliiiiiightly different?
There is still an absurd amount of stuff to be done around the house and a lot of stuff that I'm still getting used to... like emptying the dehumidifier in the basement... but it's really nice. I really love it up here with my little family in my little house in my little piece of New Hampshire. Even if our dog is afraid to go outside.
Your dog is totally presh.
ReplyDeleteSo are you like, super-domestic now, with your boyfriend and dog and little house in New Hampshire? If I went to your house, would I smell a casserole in the oven and see a "Bless This Mess" sign framed on the wall or crocheted on a pillow? I have to say, I'm jealous.
OH EM GEE.... you have like a .... life now. Like a grown up life with a dog and a house and a state and everything. I have bedroom furniture and too many shoes.
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