Pre- BBQ & Swimming/Tanning

I just got home from work. I have a truly love/hate relationship with work. I'll be glad when I'm done in December.

I'm going to my parents' house in a few minutes to eat some hamburgers and strawberry shortcakes and hopefully do some swimming - the first swim of the season for me! Tiny is coming with me as all of course. Maybe I can get him in the water. I'm a little nervous about that, thought, because he's a big puppy with more power than he knows. I know from swimming with my parents' dogs that they will claw you with no warning because they are trying to stay afloat. Well, I'm afraid of Tiny doing that. His claws hurt me enough on land.

I hate only talking to Brian one day a week. Well, I technically talked to him two days this week so maybe it's getting better. It's just hard. I talked to him for about 2 hours yesterday and it makes me have this false sense of being able to pick up the phone and call him when I'm driving home from work. I hate it. It always takes me a few days to get back to normal and then I start worrying that I don't need him. It's a constant battle. I should stop worrying and yo-yoing emotionally because everything is always right in the world when I finally do get to talk to him. I'm ready for this to be over.

I would just like to say that my house is essentially clean and it makes me sooo happy. It can get so claustrophobic with a 100-lb. puppy walking around. He would run into the tiniest bit of clutter just laying down on my floor. He's huge and it's really nice to have walking room to walk around him instead of having to step over him all the time.

Ok, I need to pack Tiny up as well as some food for him and get him and I to my parents' house for some burgers and pool time!! Thank God for days off from summer school.

S.