so it's officially about to be the third week of school...and I have two tests. Two. The third week. That's not really right, if you ask me.
In other news, I'm thinking that having a puppy is the best kind of therapy. It doesn't matter how crappy my day has been, when I walk through that door and he starts jumping up and down, so excited to see me that he can't even control himself...it just all melts away.
