Saturday was a rough one. My parents and I had found two stray dogs the past Sunday and knowing we couldn't keep them, still decided to take them in. Well after about a million emails to different rescues, I finally found one rescue that could take them. The problem was I had spent a week taking care of them and had gotten VERY attached to them. My mom and I went to drop them off at the shelter and I just lost it. Tears and ugly crying for the rest of the day. I felt so guilty dropping them off and just leaving them there. And the looks on their faces just about killed me. It literally took everything I had in my body to leave them there. Even though I know that I can't keep them and it doesn't make sense in any way, I still am wanting them. I'm really hoping they get adopted soon or else I might be venturing back to the rescue to get them myself, particularly the dark brown one. I seriously fell in love with her.
Sunday I had semi recovered from my traumatic experience of dropping of the dogs and managed to collect myself enough to attend my friends Lindsay and Jon's SuperBowl/ Housewarming party. They recently moved into a new house (one street over from my parents too) and had a small party. The game was horrible. I watched about 30 second of it. And the commercials weren't all that great either. Lindsay's cookies were another story though. Yummy!
And then the weekend ended. And Monday came. I have a super busy week and will be off to Florida on Thursday night for the weekend. Fun times!