I can't be sure, but I think Goldilocks has been sleeping in my bed!
It's been years since I've had a pooch, but since I'm dog sitting now, I have one burning question: why do dogs eat poop? Seriously! Golden Retriever Barbie ate the neighborhood cat's poop (TMI?)! I'm sure there's an evolutionary or scientific reason for this but I can't imagine what it might be. I must Google it.
I had an appointment at lunch today with my new financial advisor. Handsome fellow. Young. Smart. Intense. Sincere. I could almost wish I were 15 years younger. Almost.
I occasionally think about what I would do differently if I could be 35 again. And then I think: why don't I just do those things now? I would be fitter and stronger (with a perkier body!), more responsible with money, more selective about how I would spend my time and energy, more discriminating about men. No reason not to do all of those things now....because when I'm 65, I'll be thinking about what I should have done at 50 if I'd only known.
Deep thoughts on an almost-Friday.