This week I'm combo house/dog sitting for a coworker. It's a very interesting life experience, I tell you. See, I live in a small apartment in a rather urban-esque area (Arlington, VA. I mean, we are like 5 minutes outside of DC.) with zero dogs, and my coworker...so does not. I'm in the 'burbs. With woods. Seriously, I totally saw a hawk kill something the other day. And the house is pretty major, as in, she has a front staircase and a BACK staircase. That seems like a lot of staircases, to me. The house is very big and very, very quiet. It's too quiet.

I can hear the pipes groaning. Or maybe it's ghosts. OMG, maybe it's an escaped mental patient from Pleasant Hills Abnormal Psychology Centre and Haunted House with Extra Homicidal Maniacs That Are Way Into Plumbing.

I'm done housesitting this Sunday, so if I don't post by Monday, the 24th, PLEASE send someone out here to save me from Slashy McPsycho the Killer Ghost. Check by the pipes.

PS

One of the dogs tried to eat my knitting. Succeeded in eating some shoes. And the beta food. And a random thing on the ground that may or may not have been organic and was probably poop. Is now trying to eat his own foot. Gotta run.