So, turns out tomorrow I'm helping BG decorate her new apartment. In, out, she is like the wind. This time, she's ten minutes away instead of an hour, so that's cool. I still got the dog, though. Weird little animal. Saaaaaay...maybe THE DOG did it!! Maybe he snuck in and edited my story when I was asleep...don't laugh, it's a Fam thing. This dog has a very active life when we're not around. Stealing our car keys and disguising himself as a very short, very hairy little guy, who for some reason speaks with a lisp. He hits up the local bars, but he prefers the coffee houses. He loves poetry night. He wears a beanie and big, horn-rimmed glasses, but the lenses are just plain glass. Yeah, he's kind of a hipster.
I'm rambling, aren't I?