There is no day of the week that I love more than Saturday. Saturday is for fun shopping, reading, and generally avoiding deliberately productive activities. I do not do work on Saturdays. I might clean and tidy, but no work related activities are allowed.
Even in college, I had a strict no homework rule for Saturdays. I flat out refused to go to the library, the tech center, the fireplace area below the commons, or any other study location. Nope, I would traipse around the nice neighborhoods, chow down at yummy restaurants (cheap ones), go walk the dogs at the humane shelter (Warning: dog walking may lead to dog adoption), or go shopping for Urban Outfitter seconds at a grungy but awesome store called Gabriel Brothers.
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| This is what happens when you volunteer to walk dogs: You adopt a 14 year old mutt with dental problems. He was wonderful...but smelly. Miss you, Tyson! |
Now that college (and grad school) are over, my Saturdays look a little different.
Actually, that's a lie. I think the only difference now is that I have red hair. That's a lie too. At one point in college, my hair was red. I guess I still like the same kind of Saturday.
Traipsing around:
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| Having fun |
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| On bike rides. |
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| He'll have the bbq burger. |
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| I will have the southwest burger. |
And, of course, dogs:
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| Why do I always have to fold all the laundry! |
And what about shopping for bargains, you may ask? Well, that is a post for another day because now I need to go enjoy my Saturday.
Tyson truly enjoyed his dotage here on the farm. In spite of stiff competition, he did win the "fetid odor" competition.
ReplyDeleteI do miss that dog, especially on cool mornings, his favorite.
Me too. He was a good one. I don't miss his stink.
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