I have a new man in my life. And while he is not technically "my" man, he is a man, and he is in my life.
My aunt adopted him while she was away last week and he's now "ours". And it's actually kind of fun. I want to get a dog eventually (actually today there was a Westie advertised in the paper but I passed) so this is good training. I'm learning how to walk him, how to feed him, how to train him...god I sound 12.
Hey, I even cleaned up poop. That's progress.