Yup. Finished law school and moved back to Michigan. Grudgingly.
So that's what I've been doing these past couple weeks. For those of you that wondered. (*cough* kitty *cough*)
Now I'm contemplating doing the Indiana bar and moving to Indianapolis. Michigan just isn't my cup of tea anymore. We'll see. For now, I'm busy trying to finish one last paper, and after that, job hunting! Woot! Yeah. Blah. I know.
So I've been going on dates and whatnot. Just trying to have some fun before I leave dear ol' Minneapolis.
And I met someone awesome. Who gave me a mix tape.
I'm really not the sentimental type at all. Seriously. Flowers and chocolates and poetry don't impress me at all. But I was listening to the tape this morning, and well, I'm possibly a puddle of goo right now.
That's probably because the mix tape is perfect. I absolutely love every single effing song. He has me completely figured out.
UPDATE: Per Mel's request, here's a couple of my favorites.
So, Babs and Celly love food. Especially Celly. They really do. Even if they just ate, they're always up for a little snack. Or maybe a second serving of food.
So yesterday evening I cooked a casserole of warm, cheesy, delicious enchiladas, along with a pot of black beans. And homemade guacamole. And today I heated it all up for lunch. My pugs haven't eaten yet, and of course, my pugs begged and pleaded and whined until I gave them a little of everything. And they sniffed... and walked away. Walked away. Walked A-W-A-Y!
My pugs, the quintessential lovers of all things greasy, refused enchiladas! What?
Oh, and then, Babs tried a little. Just nibbled. At this point, normally, Celly would attack her bowl with fervor because of course it MUST be tasty, since Babs is eating HIS food. But noooo. She didn't. She sniffed again, and walked away. Again.
I swear. I think my pugs have been possessed by a vegan.