I hate them because you could get a dog instead...

My sister has a very small, very dumb dog who she sometimes puts in this ridiculous sweater. 

I love her.

 I never in my life thought I'd be one of those girls who loves a tiny stupid little dog, but I do. I'm sleeping at my sister's house this weekend, and when I woke up, that little idiot ran circles around me all the way to the kitchen. It's like being harassed by a fluffy ball of joy. I'm a huge fan of this, especially right now.

Gah.

To Do Today:

Ellipticize at the gym. Sweat. Sweat. Yes.

Read me some Jesus words. Maybe some Psalms. And pray the crap out of this day.

See the bestie. We have hot plans of watching You've Got Mail while quoting the entire thing, and then spending the rest of the day telling each other, "You are a lone reed..." while her family looks nervously on.

You tell him, Meg Ryan. You tell him he's being a moron.

Spend more glorious time with one of my beautiful sisters. 

(The one on the left. That' the one I'm playing with today.)

And that is that.

I love Saturdays. Coffee drinking time.

In conclusion, get a dog, workouts are good, friends are lovely, and you tell him Meg Ryan.