Happy Friday, everyone!
I didn’t think I’d be back at the blog so soon, but here I am—scatterbrained and caffeinated, ready to spill the tea of today's wild ride.....
Woke up this morning to the dreaded ding of my phone—a bill alert from the dentist’s office. Nothing screams “adulting” louder than realizing your dental insurance is basically just a suggestion. Yep, had to handle that charming surprise before breakfast. Definitely not how I planned to kick off the day, but hey—welcome to responsible grown-up life!
From there, I got front-row seats to the garage door guy doing his thing. Why? Because last night, our garage door decided to give up on life. One moment it was working fine, the next it was like, “Nah.” Classic Thursday night drama.
Then came.....the flea situation......
Someone (cough cough Finn) has been living his best patio life with his human dad Owen and bringing back unwanted guests. So today became.... treat the cats day. One by one, I transformed into a feline pharmacist/nurse, armed with flea treatments, treats, and prayers. Ever try putting flea meds on a suspicious cat? It's like a mini UFC match in your living room with a furry jerk.
Once the fur settled (literally), I actually got a little work done—sent out some contracts and delivered a gallery.... a few small victories.
And then... I started thinking about Christmas.
Specifically, Santa sessions. Yep, my brain jumped straight to twinkling lights, rosy cheeks, and all the warm and fuzzy Christmas stuff.... I know... I know it’s ONLY July, and no—emails aren’t going out anytime soon—but the ideas are definitely swirling around in my head...
To end the day on a high note, we’re heading to the drive-in tonight because what screams summer more than watching a movie under the stars while being aggressively hunted by mosquitoes and slow-roasting in your own car?
I’m mentally preparing to sweat through every layer of clothing while slowly become one with the car seat, and then of course emerging at the end of the night like a human fruit roll-up. I. CAN'T. WAIT.
But still there will be....snacks, stars, Superman, and a solid 47 mosquito bites... Sounds like a night to remember.
So that was my Friday....because who doesn’t love surprise bills, a garage door deciding to quit on a whim, turning cats into unwilling flea test subjects, pretending to work, daydreaming about Christmas...... in July, and wrapping it all up by roasting in a car full of mosquitoes at the drive-in?
Yep, just another glamorous day in paradise.
-Krista
