It's been a heckuva week. We bought a new car on Tuesday, but had to drive nearly to Chicago to get the price we wanted. Got to the dealership around 7pm, and didn't get to leave until about 11pm, which meant not getting home until almost 1am and still having to work the next day. Ugh. But it's an awesome car, a 2009 Subaru Impreza with the premium package. Not that we were looking for the premium package, but wow, we are totally loving the moon roof. And the fact that we didn't have to swap out the stereo so we could play MP3 discs was definitely a bonus.
The dog has decided that darting out the kitchen door when we leave is a fun activity. Sigh. She's done it twice so far this week. Time to revisit the "wait" command. We've been slacking, truthfully--haven't been making her sit before going outside, haven't been making sure we go through doorways before she does. At least she comes when we call her now. Mostly.
And then I was sick on Friday. I have some food intolerances, but I've been good, dammit. Mostly because I was planning on being bad this weekend. It's cream puff time, OMG! But no, my insides decide to punish me before I eat the cream puff, so I spent half of Friday feeling like someone had kicked me in the stomach. Grrr! And worst of all, I now have very little urge to eat said cream puff, so my stomach is winning. If I don't eat the cream puff, am I reinforcing my stomach's proactive reaction? Or do I eat the cream puff and just suffer for it twice? (And if so, does anyone win?)