Yep. Here we go again. I left the craft room last night at 11:11 and this morning I had to send out a fax and the time 11:11. I'm tired of trying to figure out what this means.
Rocco is hanging in there. I keep hoping a miracle will occur.
I took Little Dog Ollie to the groomer today on my own because the husband was tied up with clients that took forever. I swear Ollie wanted to drive but the most I let him do, was shift the car into neutral. It's amazing how stubborn a little guy can be.
We have a client coming in at any moment that is the type of person who makes my head hurt just thinking about them. You probably know someone like this. One who starts to answer a question and before you know it they are so off topic that you feel as if your brain needs a passport to foreign lands. I just don't have the energy to deal with her today so I'm hoping the groomers call soonly and I can go pick up Ollie and avoid the mayhem.
Youngest son's birthday is today and he has a cold. Figures doesn't it?
Not much more to say. But I wanted to document the 11:11 just in case, someday, I can say "See? I told you something was going to happen." I love being right.
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