Thank god it's Monday

[motetus]

The less said about my weekend visit to my parents and the drama of the new wedding dress my control-freak mother has forced me to get, the better. Let's just say it involved me loudly announcing "Yes, I have small breasts and I like them exactly as they are!" to the whole Debenhams bra-fitting dressing room. But at least it ended in a truce of sorts, and I've cheered myself up by deciding to get bright pink shoes to go with it. Pink shoes and a green dress - it's either going to be awesome, or a disaster. And completely not what I'd usually wear, but I think I need to be more adventurous.

Enough of that now. Ladies and gentlemen, the most unkempt dog in the world:



I love her though, the daft smelly old girl. But she's the reason why my little photo session in the garden didn't yield many results - "Play ball with me! Play ball with meee!" Stupid dogs, they're so good at making you feel guilty.



Poppy head:





Bees are bloody annoying things to get in focus. It would have been far easier just to dress the dog up as a beedog.






My supervisor just emailed me telling me my lit review draft, the copy I sent him before cleaning up my very bad grammar and comma abuse, is "well and clearly written. " Hallucinogenic drugs on a Monday morning - I want to be a university lecturer too!

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Unkempt dogs are the best. She gets an occasional short haircut, but the poor thing always looks so embarrassed afterwards.

Urgh, the saga of the wedding dress. It basically boils down to mother deciding the dress I bought wasn't appropriate, me attempting to keep everyone happy and being a complete doormat, and then getting upset over getting upset over a sodding dress. But I'm okay now, I've grown a little spine over the weekend and feel much better. :)