Mr. Pants is sleeping over at my house right now because we love each other and we don't care who knows it. Last night I tried to take him outside to "do his potties." Right when I opened the door, he looked out and saw a cat in the Perfectss''s'ses' yard and BOLTED. I'm not kidding you when I say that he ran faster than I have ever seen an animal run. And I chased him all the freaking way down the street, screaming, barefoot, and in my underwear, until I finally caught him trying to go through a fence to murder a cat. Because Mr. Pants hates cats. And loves my anxiety disorder.
And now, your Pictures & Distractions:
It was Matt's birthday. We made a mistake trying to take an ice cream cake hiking.
We raise him up so he can stand on mountains.
The wildflowers in Little Cottonwood Canyon.
It may have been Matt's birthday, but I had all the puppies.
We did potties.
Some Strangers ("the Finch sisters") visited Salt Lake recently and then emailed me this picture to prove that we hung out without my even noticing!
Crap to distract you from whatever you're supposed to be doing: