So much thunder and lightening. Not so very frightening though. I kinda like it. But Dexter hates it and has to decide whether he is more afraid or more in need of a good bm.
I guess the house search has officially begun. Got the ball rolling yesterday so we'll begin looking for a permanent home in the coming days. I'm hoping for something with maids quarters so I can convert it into a mancave. But, we'll settle for something cozy on/near the beach.
Seriously, Dexter has not come out from under the bed. By now he's usually at the door looking at me like I have penis growing out of my skull.
I did something I swore I would never do: I answered e-mails. I feel like I cheated on you. I feel so dirty.
I think the rain has paused enough for Dexter to pee and poo. Can you imagine if you had to wait on someone else or the weather just to take a dump? Be glad you're not a fluffy dog!