Since Frances can’t get on the furniture, I’ve been spending time in the evenings Netflixing and sitting on the floor with her.
And yes, Pit Bulls are lap dogs. Obvs.
On my way into the work this morning, I saw these stuck to the columns outside the library. It’s unforgivable that college women have to speak up about being mistreated, but at the same time, I’m glad to see them doing so. Sometimes I worry about “kids these days,” and other times, I think they’re just fine. It’s a mixed bag, but it always has been.