Finding myself a husband

... or how we met.

To tell the story of how Andrew and I met I first need to tell you about my one of my "babies". She is 70 lbs, with blonde hair, brown eyes, and extremely loving! She is, of course, my dog and her name is Dasia.

                                                                                             Isn't she adorable?

We went through a spell where she decided she would eat everything. She ate an entire bottle of fish oil pills, an entire bottle of flouride mouthwash I received from the dentist, and I can't even imagine what else she ate that I didn't find evidence of. One Wednesday night, shortly after this spell, she started getting very sick. I got home from work the next day and she had "been sick" all over my apartment. Disgusting. I babied her as much as I could, as any good mom would do, but she just seemed to be getting worse. Eventually she was barely able to stand up on her own. I somehow managed to get her down the three flights of stairs to the car and drove her to the emergency vet. After a long, tiring night, I was told she was just sick and extremely dehydrated. They gave her some fluids and sent me home with pills to help her feel better. We got home around 1:30 or 2:00 am and I slept  laid on the couch with her, feeding her ice cubes every few minutes so that she could get some fluids.

Luckily I was already scheduled to be off work on Friday because my friend, Sara, was having a birthday celebration in Fort Lauderdale. Unfortunately, going to Fort Lauderdale was the last thing I wanted to do...

Up next, I will really get to the part where I meet my future husband.