So, Pappy had a long day. Dog parks, epic walks, he found a few bushes to call his own, if you know what I mean! Lol.
He doesn't like the new apartment. But he'll cope!
Unlike my mom. Insert massive eye-roll.
She says I should have waited a few more years to move out. "Elise," she said, "you're far too young to be out on your own! I was six years your senior when I moved out with your father." Then she huffed like a grouchy seal.
Right, mom. As if I'm going to wait until I'm 34 to move out! She'd have me live at home forever.
Moms, am I right?
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Pappy Wan Kenobi!
Or Obi Wan KePappy...or Luke Pappywalker...or something! Lol. Sound off in the comments if you have a good Jedi name for Pappy!
Saw a sign for an estate sale down the street tomorrow. We're going to check it out. I'll let you know if we find anything superb!
Wag you later!