I remembered finally

I finally remembered the last time I had as much fun on a date as I did on Saturday:

Never.

Because hanging out with my brother (see picture) doesn't count as a date. Besides, the last time we hung out, he had to dismantle his steering wheel so he could get his key out of the ignition and then turn off his truck. Then, he locked his keys in the truck. But we had fun sitting on the back of his truck in the parking lot waiting for the spare key to arrive. Don't give us churros and a digital camera, though. You can see what happens. We're hilarious.

So, I'm more than happy about the way Saturday went. Tomorrow night is dinner at my house.

And I got a message from a pastry chef in Minneapolis saying "I like your smile. Let's chat!" I still have to decide how to respond to him politely, but still tell him that I'm not really interested. He offered chocolate, but I don't have a problem deciding between chocolate and compatibility. Even when I'm having my period. Chocolate or compatibility... Chocolate or compatibility... I think I have to go with compatibility and someone who makes me smile and laugh. I have to go with the one with whom I have a lot in common. It's that easy.

Rusty's snoring. He just spent an hour eating a rawhide treat, and now he's exhausted. What a workout. But it makes him happy, so I'm happy. Even if he did go drink the toilet after he finished his treat. And I don't mean a few laps, he drank the toilet. The water level went down visibly. Strange dog. Cute, but strange.

And that's the adventures for today. More later.