Teddy had the political acuity of a koala.

This week, I saw the new Transformers movie. Brilliant.

This week it has been over a hundred degrees every single day. That is ridiculous. The grass is totally tee'd off. So am I. It is hard to breathe. Oppressive really. I'm trying to embrace the summer though, because it is only June, so it won't be getting better anytime soon.

Summery wines are my friend. So is ice cold water!

This week I decided I'm so ready for a vacation. A real one. Where I can relax and enjoy stuff.

This week I hired an intern/law clerk. I'm pretty pumped up about it! YAY for becoming more efficient.

This week I got an appointment for E to get braces. I think he is actually excited about it and I find that adorable.

This week I also got an appointment for M to have surgery on her left foot. She essentially has an extra ankle bone. I had to have the same surgery, one foot at a time. We are going to have fun this summer before her surgery. Because she will be in a cast for 6-8 weeks and that won't be so fun. But she will feel way better.

This week I decided that I can't get rid of the dogs because I'm annoyed. This home is their forever home. I cannot just discard them when I can help make them better dogs in the first place.

This week, I am alive.

I always take no for an answer.

Recently I started reading this new blog called www.motherhoodinnyc.com. She is one funny cat. She posted recently about her summer reading plan, or books she wants to read this summer, or something like that, and I read the post and then read the comments and created my own summer reading list (not like I needed the help, I love to read, but I'm totally down with broadening my horizons a little at a time, because any more than that and I'm going on strike.) Thus far, I have read some Edith Wharton (not as boring as I expected and frankly very well written). I also read A Fraction of the Whole, a novel by Steve Toltz, and it has me laughing out loud and also struggling to put it down. It is ridiculous on top of ridiculous, but also very poignant. Or something. I find it entertaining. I read The Host by Stephanie Meyer (the author of the Twilight series). This was supposed to be her first adult novel. But to be frank, I found it to be written more on a teenaged level with teenaged simplicity. Nevertheless, I liked the ideas, even though it was predictable.

On top of reading, I am still working on building my solo practice and wonder often during the day what level of insanity made me decide this was a good idea. Also, my couch smells like dog and like fritos. I suspect the frito smell is also a dog thing. I don't like it one bit.

In a Land Far, Far Away

One day, long, long ago, there lived a woman who did not whine, nag, or bitch.




But it was a long time ago, and it was just that one day.



The End