i woke up this morning and ran through the semi-structured routine: you know, wake up, talk in bed, play with pups, take dogs out to pee, pee myself, etc etc... well my morning routine (wow this is about to get super personal) usually involves a poop or two. this morning i walk into the bathroom and hear tutt's shuffling around the hall and running into the second bedroom. a second later, "baby, there's not much toilet paper in there so i put a second roll next to the door." it's true, there wasn't much paper but it was so sweet that in brushing his teeth he noticed, and thought to save me. how sweet, right? guess it's sweetest to someone like me who poops every morning and uses tp.
also, I FINISHED MY GRAD APPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and i'm begging for the manager position at the restaurant i just quit. i leave a server and demand to come back a manager- makes sense, right? i have two college degrees and i can't find a job, so i turn to a second rate diner. why is money so relevant?
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