A great day usually always precedes a not-so-great day

Yesterday I turned 30 and I enjoyed every minute of it. I had tried to guess what Bex had planned for me, but there were a few unexpected surprises she’d kept hidden. Ok, so we now know I’m not that psychic.
Bex had offered to pay the adoption fee for Mya when we first met her in July. So I was aware of that, although she did surprise me with a card from Mya, which choked me a little. See pics below:

I was not expecting that and the amount of thought and effort that had gone into that is amazing. I love it.

Anyway, after having a very fun-filled day, with LOTS of laughter  (& Bridget Jones’s Baby) I knew of course that today would be a challenge. I had a good sleep and woke up feeling perky. Didn’t last too long, but I did get a hyper-second wind and suddenly started going too fast. Oops. I’d got to that point where I felt so overwhelmed by everything I had to do, I went into fast forward mode. You know, you start by worrying a little, then a lot, then you start freaking out, then you start going crazy-quick? I know it isn’t just me. Hmm, strange now when I think back. Why would I go hyper in the presence of Ms Pixie Pickett? I’m always so calm around the high-pitched, hyperactive, black-coffee guzzler? πŸ€” 😁

Today’s not been a quiet, restful day at all. I’ve so much to do before we go away that I’m past caring about having not packed yet πŸ˜‘ And here I am, writing a blog post while I could be packing. I don’t think I’m too much of a procrastinater am I? I’ll work that one out tomorrow, if I get a minute πŸ€”πŸ˜‰

On a final note in case anyone is looking to foster or adopt a dog, I would highly recommend “Dogs 4 Rescue”. Based in Irlam, a no-kennel policy dog rescue that rescue any dog they can; mostly those even more unlucky to find themselves born outside of the UK. Hence Mya coming all the way from Bulgaria. 🐢❀ 

You can find the rescue on Facebook ‘Dogs 4 Rescue’