Things are getting real around here, my friends. Really really real. I think I've hit a limit. I don't know what that limit is called, but I think it has something to do with filtering out the crap.
Last week I made it my mission to get rid of whatever recurring expenses I could. I canceled my XM radio subscription (that I've had since 2005!) and I canceled my main gym membership. Yes, you heard that right. No more gym membership! I still have my membership at the college gym, so I can take spin and other classes, but I'm saving myself $40 a month getting rid of those two things. Oh, hello running outside, workout DVDs, and doing weights in the living room.
As you may have guessed, there is, in fact, a method to my madness. Today I submitted my application to the Community Home Trust people to hopefully get the ball rolling on finding a place for Pippi and me to live. I mean, like, our own house!
|But which doormat will I choose?!|
I'm not getting my hopes up (ok, yeah, I really am). I feel like I'm embarking on an adventure. Hopefully it's not a long, painful one. Cross your fingers! Also, if you have any excess furniture, small appliances, or other home-y things, I'll be taking donations :)
In closing, I'd like to discuss a very serious issue: dog farts. We all know they typically smell really bad, but often they aren't silent and those ones are the funniest.
Last night Pippi farted and the smallest of noises came out. She whipped her head around to look at her butt and then looked at me like, "What was that?!" I think my brother has been blaming too many of his on her. Now she has a complex.
Dogs may do gross things sometimes, but it's things like these that make cleaning up after those times so worth it.