I witnessed the neighbor’s dog eating poop over the weekend. His own poop. In the backyard. In nearly 90 degree heat. I don’t know why I’m telling you this. Sorry.
In more fun news, I spent a few hours with my niece on Friday, wandering around downtown in the freaking rain. Here she is in front of Cloud Gate, literally three minutes before it started to pour:
This was taken at approximately 11:30am. We sought shelter under “The Bean” until the Parks representative yelled at us to move away from the bean. “There is lighting and rain and THIS IS METAL. MOVE, PEOPLE!” I’m glad I had the foresight to bring an umbrella with me, but I got wet anyway and cursed my decision to wear my TOMS. They got disgustingly soaked, but I also had the foresight to bring flip flops. Phew.
I watched a movie. A woman sitting near me had snuck a fully loaded cheeseburger into the theater. I was impressed and disgusted and wish I had brought a banana or something.
I drank sangria and bought rugs from Ikea. RHYME!
I went to the Long Grove Farmers Market which was small but cute and worth the visit. I had a slice of M. Belle’s strawberry and mango pie which is totally not vegan but was the most delicious thing I ate all week. Ohmigah. I am not kidding. If you’re ever super angry, just have a bite of their pie and you will suddenly wonder what you were angry about.