Right now, I could probably compose a good 3,000 words on why having an intoxicated stranger wander into my apartment was the high point of my week.
Yeah, it’s been one of those.
So tonight, I’m taking it easy and simply sharing a photo I snapped this afternoon of the resident snuggle pooch.
Jolie has decided to claim the closet in my office as her bedroom. This just so happens to be the “occasion dress closet” as there was a little bit of…umm…overflow from the wardrobe in our bedroom. (What can I say? Dresses are way easier than pants when you have child-bearing hips.)
So, Jolie spends approximately eight hours a day nestled in her faux fur sleeping bag, sandwiched between a set of free weights and approximately nineteen pieces of sequined cocktail wear.
Also? She was still asleep as of 2:00 pm.
I feel as if these qualities should automatically make her a cast member on Jersey Shore.
Yes, I realize she’s technically Mexican and not Italian, but would you just stop for as second and look at skin tone? It’s, like, naturally spray-tanned!
Not to mention the fact that she has a penance for cheap, leopard print dresses.
Pssst! Want more closets? This old post is one of my favorites.