Apparently it depends on whatever's in the box that will arrive at my doorstep.
I'd ordered my textbooks and received notification from Amazon.com that one of it had shipped. Determined to be a proactive and studious, I pick up the brown box that had been left on my doorstep by a delivery man who had surely been run off by the sound of multiple large dogs barking, and decided reading would be at the top of my afternoon's agenda. It was not to be, as I heaved the box onto my bed, cut it open and instead of a textbook, I was presented with a gallon of concentrated BioGroom rinse for dogs. Reading instantly dropped off the list, and the only prioritizing I had to do was to figure out which dog to wash first. While I had every intention of postponing the daunting task of washing her, Delilah volunteered herself as Duke crept further and further back. An hour and half later, I had a clean dog and soreness all over my body that is becoming increasingly familiar.
Fast forward to today, no box on my doorstep, which meant the dog-washing agenda was still in play, and voila, Duke is clean. My leg muscles are cramped up, my bathroom smells of dog, but my puppies are happy.
Where are my books?
