I’m currently sitting on Sarah‘s couch with one basset around my shoulders listening not-so-interested-ly as I talk to him in my obnoxious dog voice, so I’ll keep this short and sweet and devote more time to annoying her sweet pet. I can only hope he thanks me later in life as he looks back and remembers me as the crazy dog lady who frequently came to visit for five seemingly never-ending days at a time.
Nope, he cannot be bothered with my antics today. But that’s only because we spent a lot of time yesterday being besties.
And I’m recanting this weekend terribly backward for all of you, so let’s go back to the part where Sarah and I went to a fabulous Halloween party and dressed as ballerinas. Any event in which I can jump into a leotard and tutu with a friend screams “YES! OF COURSE I’M COMING! SHOULD I PACK AN EXTRA LEOTARD FOR YOU?!”
It was approximately 47 degrees outside, but that was nothing a little apple pie moonshine and Sprite couldn’t fix. Or this delicious cheese ball that included ham, chives and cream cheese that I literally could not stop eating with tortilla chips and two freaking days later I’m still salivating over it. Before heading to the party, we stopped at a local bar with Mister in his penguin suit and two friends dressed as cats. Needless to say, we spiced up what might have been an ordinary night at that place.
The rest of our weekend was spent shopping, hanging out with friends, taking Floyd to the pumpkin patch, me cheering on Penn State in a sea of Buckeyes (we won’t talk about it), and enjoying my first ever caramel apple.
Thankfully the fun doesn’t end today and so if you’ll excuse me–this stud muffin is waiting for a walk.
Come back tomorrow for what is sure to be another disjointed post written by a blogger who is high on a week long blate and basset love.
Linking up with Sami for Weekend Shenanigans