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Best. Weekend. Ever.

\Over the past few days I've been fighting off a nasty cold - the stark weather changes from 40 degrees to 80 degrees could have a lot to do with it, but regardless, I've been rather ill. Last night it got worse - it went from just being a head/chest/sinus congestion thing to a digestive system thing, but I'll spare you the gory details.

But still, it was probably the best weekend I've had in a long time.

First of all, on Thursday, we got a dog.

Yes. Finally. A dog.

No, it's not an English Bulldog, since I've pretty much given up on that dream forever. But it's still a cool dog. She's a mix of black lab and springer spaniel, and her name is Chloe. Isn't she cute?



She used to belong to a former co-worker of Michelle's. She couldn't really justify keeping her in a crate due to her long work days, and in the best interest of the dog, we adopted her. We'd watched her before, and Josiah loves her, so it was a win/win. Plus, she'll get to see her old owner as often as she wants. A good situation overall.

So the weekend started out totally made of awesome.

And things just kept getting better. The Red Sox won on Thursday night, in Cleveland, bringing the ALCS back to Boston, and followed up with two more consecutive wins to bring them to the Fall Classic for the second time in three years - I don't care who you are, that's an accomplishment.

So we got a dog, the Red Sox are going to the Series, and I'm watching Universal Soldier: The Return, for the first time, thanks to HBO.

Good times.

Comments

Kneon Transitt said…
Everybody is getting a dog these days. I feel so left out...

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