You have no idea how much I need a stress relief right now. Taking mini breaks from responding to emails and soldering new necklace designs to post puppy pics is therapeutic. He's the first person I've met, with the exception perhaps of my mom, sisters, best girlfriends Katie Sarah and Tracie and my dad who don't get bored to tears hanging around me when I'm making stuff! Oh, yes- that Bran is a sweetie, but he supports me not by tying mini knots in 300 strings until 2 a.m. the night before a show (Becki knows what I speak of)-- but instead, buys me neat things like boxes and fancy wire decorative items that he gives me and says, "See- I thought you could use this to hang necklaces on in your art fair booth!" And you know what's amazing? He picks the most fabulous stuff. I'm always trying to find display items that don't take up idle storage space, but instead always pick stuff I don't mind setting around the house, and everything he's ever given me completely fits the bill. And it's more than him having good taste and knowing me- the fact that he gives me things like this as gifts (tomorrow's our 5th anniversary, FYI- hence the gift thing) means that he is like, "Here, sweetie... here's something to help you get just a little bit closer to your dream."
Fitting.
On our first not-really date, we went to Subway and we talked about everything you can fit into 39 minutes of your work lunch break. I'll never forget that Brandon just came right out and asked me in his enthusiastic Brandon way, "What is your dream?" Anyone who knows me and my INFP ways knows that I LOVED that he asked me this.
Anywho, if things keep up at this rate I'll either have to hire 3 Moonwater Elves- preferrably from the only bunch o' folks in this world who don't bore to tears around this stuff... and Koda's out due to the no fingers thing- or I'll have to increase my hours at my current part-time job, one option being reducing my sleep to 3 hours per night as opposed to 6. Who needs sleep, right Sarah?
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Koda actually dresses himself every morning now. For some reason or the other, he's taken a liking to flower and pastel print bandanas.
I'm going to try and teach him to watch football or bark the national anthem soon so as to get him more in touch with his "badass" side since ever since he's put on that flower print, he's been turning on Days of Our Lives when I come home over lunch.
damn woman influences! get that dog drinking beer and chasing Bitches!
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