I am at 148 for this year.
My husband tried that side seat driving when he had his shoulder surgery and I had to drive him everywhere. After a few times I told him to shut it or take an Uber.
I’ve done this more than once.
Here, hold my beer.
My sister had a dog that would ring the doorbell when she wanted back inside.
When my son was 3 (he is now 34), he would wake in the night and just stand on my side of the bed looking at me until I woke up. It was alarming.
Arlo sounds like my husband. So many trips I was hemming pants for him the night before an early flight to somewhere.
So true.
I have both of my JRT’s cremains in boxes on my cabinet in my office. On top of each box is the last collar each one wore.
There’s a difference?
I am at 148 for this year.