The atmosphere around this house has definitely changed since Elvis came along. I wasn't sure how the man would take to him when I brought him home, but let's just say that he loves that puppy! He can't wait to get home from work every day to see Elvis. He doesn't mind cleaning up after him either. The dog even sleeps with him. It's amazing the change in this guy. He told me Sunday that Elvis has brought 'joy to his heart and a smile to his face.'

The last several years have been very stressful for both of us...And still are at times. This sweet little puppy dog is just what we needed to lighten things up, I guess. It's hard to be in a bad mood or be depressed when this playful pup makes you laugh and play. I still feel the need to keep my distance, but at least we are able to talk, mainly about the 'baby', but at least it's a start.
I have heard and read about how having pets is good for you. They can be very therapeutic in many ways. Yes, Elvis is just what the doctor ordered.

I had to go to the shop and work some today, trying to catch up from being off sick last Thursday. I always end up staying longer that expected because I have a hard time saying 'no' to people. I took a little longer with one lady because one of her foils bled onto her scalp and made a spot. I had to put some color on it to make it blend in. That made me run late with my next client, then she wanted her lip and brows waxed. I got done about 3:30.

I went next door and see the girls at the insurance office and ended up hanging around there for 30 minutes chatting with them. We got onto one of our favorite subjects...men. We can really get on a roll when it comes to male bashing! Of course, it's all in fun ( yeah, right!) and we all feel better after venting to each other.

I just read Mad Ethel's post about smells. Now I can't stop thinking about how good blueberry muffins smell while they're baking or chocolate chip cookies or bread...why am I thinking about food smells at 10:00 pm ? I am the only person in the world who gains weight when they're sick because I can't stand to eat salads and grilled chicken breast when I don't feel good. I want carbs, lots of carbs, like french fries, rice and butter, pasta, toast and jelly, ice cream. The man brought home 4 boxes of girl scout cookies, which are a rip off, but I absolutely love the thin mints! I ate a whole box!

Oh Lordy, I need to cut this off and go to bed. I'll probably dream about junk food all night!

Sweet dreams, literally, Ya'll!