Last night I was on the bus on my way home from dinner and a walk with GZ when I passed by this brew pub in Tigard.
Oh, there is the pub KT likes, I thought. Oh, that girl looks just like KT and she even has a black dog. Oh wow, that is KT and Duncan.
So I hopped off the bus and yelled "Kooter!"
I'm glad it doesn't embarrass her when I shout that in public.
She was dining with TM and Angel (TM's dog). It was a fun little surprise. I sat with them for 40 minutes until the next bus arrived.
So, hot tattoo guy who asked for my number at work never called me! What a jerk face. Well he was semi-hot in the face. And he was a nerdo sci-fi reader, which is not a dealbreaker because, even though I'm anti-nerdfest, reading is reading (magazines don't count).
Gearing up for my vacation, my mom warned me about Tyra in advance of my visit. She is apparently senile, can't see, is really thin, but is not in pain and is pleasantly forgetful. I just want to see her one more time. She was a good dog and 15 is pretty old for an animal under as much stress as she has endured (hit by a car, unplanned pregnancies, orphaned by a college-bound owner, tormented by Rosie, and a lumpectomy).
One more day. Just one more day.
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