My mom is coming home Friday, what a glorious time. 

I’m so sick of being on my own with Angel. He is filthy and I refuse to clean up his messes, I am NOT his wife, or his servant. 

Not the point, she is bringing home my stuffed dog pockets. I got him when I was in the hospital for a while as a baby. 

Thinking about pockets makes me realize how lucky I am that I can even walk right now. 

Forever grateful to medicine.