Mr. Pants is sleeping over for a few days because Matt is going on a trip. So last night I had two dogs in my bed, which is obviously heavenly, and things were going smoothly until, right around 2:00, both of them sprung into the air like possessed demons and began howling as though our lives were about to be taken from us.
I jumped up in a panic and ran to the window, which I had left open because I do this when the weather is nice so I can tell my granola friends that I sometimes go camping. And creeping through my backyard was a raccoon that I swear to you was the size of a pony.
It was horrifying. I had never seen one in my neighborhood before. So obviously I spent the day today googling raccoons and now I know that there's a really good chance all of us are going to get rabies. So that sucks.
And now, your Pictures & Distractions:
Mr. Pants and I after 2 hours of Duncan jumping on us and trying to lick our faces.
Mr. Pants likes to help Skylar study.
Squad
Puppy bouquet
Wednesday's bike ride to the top of the mountains.
Crap to distract you from whatever you're supposed to be doing:
