I used to do this when we had more than one dog. I also like to say “Don’t play too much Nintendo, clean your rooms, and I left a twenty on the counter for pizza when you get hungry” because I like to pretend its still 1996.
I’ll keep the orange tip in mind for when my last old girl eventually crosses the rainbow bridge, because I definitely want cats next after having doggos for the past 15 years.








Ugh, Tequila. When I was in my early 20s, my bar drink of choice was a shot of Cuervo Silver with a salted rim and a lime slice. I puked it up so many times that even the scent of straight Tequila makes me gag and I’m nearly 40 now.
Even the “good stuff” like the Don Julio my husband occasionally enjoys sipping.
I can still enjoy a good margarita on the rocks though, so it didn’t completely destroy Tequila for me.
I’m an IPA, Chianti or Malbec, Prosecco, and Gin girly though for the most part.