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Saturday night.

9:52 p.m.

One OBU hoodie.

One glass of vino.

One magazine.

One hubby downtown enjoying pigskin and beer with his brother.

One girl on a couch.

One puppy by her side.

Not too shabby.

(P.S. I must add that said puppy is a drugged puppy. Turns out that even a major surgery can't keep this girl down, so the vet had to prescribe some sedatives so that she would stop running and jumping in her usual energetic style. The poor girl's eyes are all bloodshoot, she can barely stand on her own two legs or walk without looking like a drunk doing the line test on the side of the road. It is sad. But it is for the best. And it sure makes for good snuggling.)