A Love Story...

This is a love story, not a romance…

Max the Gentleman Poodle

Seventeen years ago on a girls’ road trip in college, I feel head over heels for a leggy, shaggy-haired ginger boy. I giggled while I snuck him into my hotel room, and we slept on the floor that night so we wouldn’t wreck the bed.

Today, we had to say our last goodbye. Anybody who loves a dog knows it’s always only a HFN, never a HEA. It always ends in heartbreak.

The Haughton Poodles

Max took care of us as much as we took care of him. There’s lots of tears at Haughton House tonight as he’s inducted into the Very Good Dog Hall of Fame and joins the two Haughton Poodles and many sweet Haughton Mutts who went before.

Love you bunches, Mister Max.

P.S. I hope your silver BFF welcomed you with a really big bowl of cheesy scrambled eggs. Y’all don’t have too much fun without us. 💖🌈🐾

P.P.S. Actually, go ahead and have a lot of fun without us. You deserve it. We never deserved you and your incredible heart.

Five for Friday

 

Since I left my day job, I've kind of become a little bit like the dowager Countess of Grantham: "what is a weekend?"

No, it's not because I'm a member of the aristocracy (though if you have an heir or a spare lying around, be sure and give him my number). It's because when you freelance, every day is a workday.

But I've decided that I'm going to make Fridays FriYAYs in 2017--sure, I'll get a little work done, but I'm going to celebrate life by doing extra fun things or enjoying little moments (or objects) and report back. 

And if I miss one here or there, just know it's because I'm out having a fabulous time with a British spy who is also at a Navy SEAL and heir to a Dukedom. Who has a ranch in Wyoming and an island in the Maldives. And rides a motorcycle. 

So here goes the inaugural Five for Friday:  

1. Had a super fantastic lady lunch with my local braintrust. Cookies, laughter, and tears were shared. And plans for world domination, duh. 

2. Return of blanket scarf weather! 

3.  It was raining so I couldn't go for a walk outside, so I decided to get a manicure with an extra long arm and hand massage.  

4. I got news my childhood bff will be in town next week. < hallelujah hands

5. I got two awesome things in the mail – both of which will make productivity so much more beautiful. (And if you follow me on Instagram – especially Instagram stories – you already got a sneaky peek of them.) 

I LOVE my  ringly . &nbsp;(Yeah, that's a ginormo emerald.) Wearable tech FTW.&nbsp;

I LOVE my ringly.  (Yeah, that's a ginormo emerald.) Wearable tech FTW. 

To Autumn! (And to Hugh Grant's Floppy Hair)

It was chilly this morning. Like, I'm wearing pants and am happy about it kind of chilly. Yep. Pants.

I slept with the window open and woke up shivering under the lone blanket on my bed--the one that had been pushed and smushed down to the iron footboard all hot summer long. 

Reader, it was glorious. 

I'm a fall girl. A fall girl living in a summer world, that is. Back to school was always tricky. All of the cute clothes were meant for crisp, post-Labor Day mornings in New England not 98 degree days in west Texas. And these days I have to force myself to just say no to flip flops once the calendar says it's October. 

But yesterday, October gave us a gift. Cloudy skies, non-sweltering temps, and a teeeeeeeny little cold front that makes pants-wearing a celebration today. It's fall! (For a few days. We'll have a few more rogue days in the nineties.)

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