I’m dog/house sitting for my aunt and uncle this Thanksgiving week.
20 minute bike ride to the beach, a whole house to myself to shimmy and jive in, wifi, a german shepherd to wake me up at 6AM with his barking - it’s a beautiful thing. I was living the high life…until this morning when I wanted to toast some bread (an integral part to my daily breakfast). No toaster. I wandered aimlessly around the kitchen in a shocked stupor for 5 minutes hoping one would appear. Then I spotted a shelved panini grill and my noggin’s little light bulb went off. Now I’m eating accordion-bent toast.
Also, my aunt and uncle have a curiously large collection of JAG DVD seasons. So if you were wondering who actually watches JAG, there you go.
