I sat outside in the sun for a while after scaring off the neighbor dogs who pretend they’re vicious. (I’ll show you vicious, you little shitheads.) (Notice how Poppy loves all creatures but calls these-dogs-in-particular shitheads. Yup.)
I finally figured out how to make my TuneCast Auto work in my car so I can listen to my iPod while I drive. Hold. it. near. the. radio. Poppy. (I iz smaht.)
I then got the biggest iced latte possible at Java J’s.
I went to lunch at my stepdad’s favorite Italian restaurant. I had salad with homemade Italian dressing, garlic bread, and fettucine alfredo. (Hi, stop making fun of me. You know who you are. 
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I saw a complete T. Rex skeleton. For real. And the only known red panda skull on the planet. For real.
I ate leftover barbecue, fettucine, cole slaw, and fries for dinner. And then I had Hershey’s chocolate ripple ice cream for dessert. My mom then told me her scale is 10 lbs light. Fuck. (ok, not fuck, who the fuck cares, it’s fucking vacation, fuck you, wheeeeeeeeeFUCKeeeeeee.)
I’m now watching yesterday’s Top Chef.
I love food.
Mmmmm… those lattes don’t look so big.
Really.
The biggest size is 20 oz. We’ll get you 4 instead of 2.
And… I checked. Zero Dunkin’ Donuts in the area. Ze-ro.
That sounds like a pleasant day.
But actually, I’m just commenting to praise your proper spelling of “T.Rex”.
Vacation should ALWAYS mean guilt-free eating. Always.
I know what you mean about the shithead dogs. I LOVE LOVE LOVE dogs, but I really am not fond of my neighbor’s dog, who is a real dodo and never shuts up.
He is psycho and his dumb butt owner lets him run around on our property behind our fence off leash. Him running around back there drives my pooches crazy. It makes me want to strangle him every single day when he does this (the neighbor, not the dog).
Sometimes I go back there to pick weeds for the tortoises and the psycho dog comes running up and jumps on me almost knocking me down, and not in a friendly way. I really don’t like that dog, and I think that he is the only dog I ever didn’t like.
I love food too. Damn, I wish that weren’t a problem. :-(