The dude, Stella, and I are on "vacation." Stella has been terrorizing my mother's 13 year old chocolate lab, and we're even contemplating leaving early. She didn't listen a bit when we took her to dog beach to run around unleashed. I honestly had such a bad day yesterday I could hardly think of a positive thing to write in my happiness journal. I think I wrote, "woke up alive again today."
Plus it's freezing and pouring rain. Of course, that meant it was perfect weather for the Wells Chilifest. The dude has wanted to attend one for a long time, and now he has.
I'm going back to the couch to curl up under the blanket and stitch.