I Know Buddy,...I Feel the Same Way

This is the face of a dog who wants to sleep for days. I know exactly how he feels.

It's been a roller coaster week around these parts. It started Saturday with Walker's cupcake theft. Who knew one little sillicone wrapper could cause so much drama? Karl and I have shared the glamorous job of poop inspecting in the hopes that we could avoid a trip to the doggie emergency room. Thankfully nature took its course on Thursday and Walker no longer has an implant. To be honest, I'm not sure any of my sillicone cups will get used again....

Then on Wednesday I took a call from the salon where I get my hair cut. The receptionist said the words you never want to hear, "Your stylist is no longer with us." When you have thick hair like mine, finding someone who doesn't turn your head into a mushroom is no easy task. Thankfully that little drama resolved this morning when said stylist himself called me. He hasn't left the area, just the salon. We have been reunited.

All is also well with my dad. Surgery yesterday went well. The doctors are confident they fixed things, but won't know for sure for a couple of weeks. For Dad's part he says it wasn't as painful the second time around. For that I am thankful. I just hope this is the last time he has to go through this.

And in other medical news, Karl and I are unfortunately preparing to go through another cycle of trying to conceive. This time around will involve some more invasive measures. Right now I'm too busy dealing with the emotions of this failed cycle to be hopeful about the next.