Because it’s me there won’t be a lot of detail blogged here, but last night I ended things with Mr. W. I’m not going to go into all the explanations because I’ve already done that enough for the two of us, but I knew I should mention it.
In happier, less important news: Paige came with me to the UPS store to ship my hated Macroeconomics textbook. She started reading a sign depicting things they will not ship. Among the things is a picture of a dog. Of course this leads to conversation about how she wants to try and ship a dog, you know to see if she could get it past them.
Me: I can just see you bringing in a package. They’re filling out a packing slip and a bark comes from the box…
Paige: I would play it off and say, “Sorry, that was me. I had chili for lunch.”
Me: Then frantic scratching starts and you’re caught.
Paige: If I was gonna do this I’d go all out and ship a mastiff or something. [makes a really low woof sound] “Man that chili is not sitting well!”