— It was not WW3 here last week when sweet little Ellie had to go to the vet to be spayed. She looked at me with her loving eyes that said, "Sure, I'd love to get in my carrier and head over to the vet for a mid-week invasive procedure." She did not maim my arm and proceed to pee all over her blanket, which was lining the carrier. It was a very pleasant experience for both of us.
— For the first morning in a long time, I got up before Husband once last week. And, being the perfect wife that I always am, I did not flip on the light in the bedroom, where he was still asleep, and open the door to let Scarley and Ellie in to give him a proper wake-up call. Given the opportunity, I would definitely let Husband sleep in.
— After hours of cleaning and organizing over the weekend, the apartment does not still look like it's been hit by a tornado. I don't get very easily distracted and hop around from project to project, resulting in many, many half-finished tasks.
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