Where the Lawyer Is or The Joys of Occasional Dog Ownership

You might think the pictures above and below are spooky as hell, and you'd be right to think that because they are, in a way.
I, however, respectfully disagree with you because directly above is the driveway to my cherished mother's house, where I am as I type this. The house itself is, not coincidentally, pictured indirectly above. I am here because my mum has a sailboat and we intended to go sailing together today, tomorrow, Thursday and Friday morning. The weather had different plans for us and instead of being out on the water we've been enjoying a cozy foggy rainy day inside, knitting our hands off. We might go out tomorrow if the weather cooperates.

I love being at 'home'. Really I do, a lot. My mum has two dogs which I adore almost as much as Friskies and when I come 'home' I get as much dog lovin' as I can handle, which is quite a bit. Today I took them on a run in the foggy misty fog and they had a great time chasing birds. I think I must've been a dog in a past life because I enjoy chasing birds just as much as they do and I seriously envy their ability to shit and piss in public without the penalty of being socially outcast. Also, I would like to sleep in whenever I want and not be called lazy and hump what/whoever, just to be funny. Hmm, I might've done that on my birthday, actually.

Playing with the dogs is probably one of the top three reasons I like to be at 'home' because I can take walks in the rain alone and not be called an emo kid, not that I don't do that when I don't have the dogs. In fact, being able to take lone walks is probably the number one reason why I'd want a dog of my own. That and cuddles when GP isn't around, which brings me to the only downside of being at home: no GP.

---If you really want an authentic blog-reading experience, you should take a break here for dinner, because that's what I did. If you want a really REALLY authentic experience you should go to your mum's house (or maybe even MY mum's house) and ask her to make you some grilled Arctic Char with steamed broccoli and a slice of mushroom-leek pie and a couple chocolate-covered blackberries for dessert. I'd be lying if I didn't get some of my culinary know-how from that woman. You should also do the dishes, but not because I did it and it would give an authentic blog-reading experience, only because it's a nice thing to do and whether you're eating at your mum's or mine I know she'll appreciate it. Now you should read the paragraph before this one again and skip this italicized paragraph. Ok. Good talk.---

I know that makes me sound super gross and lovey, but I've said it before and I'll say it again: this is my damn blog and I'll write what I please. There are perks to dating a lawyer (like the weekend he just treated me to at Tigh-Na-Mara for my birthday, complete with a delicious dinner and breakfast, full-body massage, paraffin treatment and outrageously delicious never-ending gourmet tapas; if my internet skillz are what I think they are, you should see a super dorky picture of us enjoying a sunny seaside getaway to the right of this paragraph), but until he is more experienced and has more pull in the vacation department, the freedom to take many weeks off from work every year is not entirely his. That was a long sentence- my apologies. I guess the point I'm trying to make is being at my mum's house is lovely, but it's not really home if GP isn't here and I don't care how much of a dope that makes me sound.

Ok, I couldn't resist putting this picture up. It makes my mum's house look like a Tibetan hermitage. Just around the corner of the house on the left-most side of the photo is the hot tub where I'll be spending an hour or two tonight.