Consider me the old dog, it's okay.

It's always an exciting moment when I have some sort of breakthrough, whether it be good or bad, I'm always welcoming the breakthroughs with open arms. The funny thing about personal breakthroughs is that I usually learn things about myself I hadn't yet learned. I'm one of those breeds of human that is typically really intrigued when I'm given the rare opportunity to learn something new about myself, kind of like when an old dog learns new tricks. Consider me the old dog, it's okay.

Last night over text with one of my more wise friends and typically my voice of reason, Ty Ty sparkleface, I realized something new about myself; The little moments are my cup of tea. Not to sound completely cliche and like a big ass broken record, but the little things completely rock.

Sitting in my apartment.

So simple. So easy. I have the keys, I open the door when I get home, I change in to some sweatpants, bing bang boom happiness. The sweatpants part has to be my favorite part though. There are simply to words for the bliss that is changing out of the clothes I've been stuck in for somewhere around 9 hours and into big, baggy sweatpants fit for McHammer.

I pour myself some Chardonnay over ice, I love this part of my day.

This part of the day is also what convinces me it's time to pay my bills. The Cardbordeaux helps cushion the burn.

When I come back from changing into sweatpants and pouring my wine, Ella looks like she's getting some work done on the laptop. That's funny to me. Really funny. 

What if she has some K9 companions on the interwebz that she, too, chats with daily while I'm at work? 

Sebby is probably too uneducated to figure out the computers in the place. Wouldn't shock me. It's okay though, he's my special boy.

Recently I've been told that coating my face in the same liquid I coat my frying pan in when sauteing vegetables could be beneficial to my skin. So being the gullible blogger that I am, I follow suit.

In my Heart concert t-shirt. Collecting concert t-shirts is kind of my thing.

I still can't confirm if covering my face in Rachel Ray's favorite ingredient is actually effective but the dogs really want to lick my face clean.

I love when Sebby blankly stares at me.

I know it's blank. I wouldn't be surprised if he has actual rocks for brains.

I still love him more than life. Especially that precious, blank stare.

He got us stuck in a bush this morning. While the cute neighbor guy with a poodle watched. Thanks, Sebby.

My Scentsy warmer is creating a heart shape on my wall. I love hearts.

This fascinates me.

The scent Rio Beach has my entire apartment smelling like a scene from Laguna Beach. I loved that show. I love this scent. It's out of this world.

I walk to my bed and realize that I have an entire king sized bed, yet it appears that I only utilize half of it. Very strange that I typically start the night with pillows in their classic positions and, some how, along the duration of the night they end up hugging all around me. Like a nest. A pillow nest.

Yes, that is my face on a blanket. Ella's on it too. I'll show you all one day.

(Non-dog people, don't have me committed. It was a gift.)

Happy Friday, love bunnies.