Author: Sara

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I honestly didn’t do much this week because it has just been way too hot. Both my girls don’t do well in the heat at all, and when I brought my oldest to the clinic to get her second vaccination on Monday it was extremely hot.

On the way home, both of them were borderline fainting on the sidewalk. I thought Merle was going to have a heart attack because she was purple and making really horrendous sounds.

Needless to say, that is why I have not gone anywhere that involves walking this week. The drama that was involved in a simple outing is so not worth it.

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It’s my birthday…42 times around the sun. Twenty years ago I would have been drinking copious amounts of beer at a bar, while I get a birthday song dedication of Guns N’ Roses: Paradise City. Then I would have proceeded to go home very late and sleep the entire next day away.

Now I am waiting for my dinner delivery, contemplating ordering some kind of cake-ish dessert, and mentally debating the pros and cons of going to bed at an actual decent time tonight.

Oh, how times change.