Plans to update dashed by the fact that my idea of how to spend my day off is about the same as the dogs'.
This is about 5 seconds after I let them out, by the way.
Relatedly, I learned last week that I'm one of those people that talks about their dogs ALL THE TIME. And they're not even my dogs. I'm ok with this - I'm the fun aunt who babysits and shows off pictures, but doesn't have to clean up the florescent green puke.