thanksgiving dinner turned out really nice with U and friends except for a little dachshund-y dog who would not stop barking furiously at me. they put him in his crate and that calmed him down as long as I didn't look at him. I think it stressed his people out to have him being so antisocial but it didn't really bother me. he'd sneak over to sniff at my legs while I wasn't looking but if I noticed him he'd scurry back about six feet and then snarl and bark his head off. brave brave little dog.
what will I wear for my shopping trip? it has to be something that won't make me look hopelessly old in urban outfitters but not hopelessly baggy in kenneth cole. it's a fine line.