I've been meaning to say hello for a while. But life has kind of gotten in the way, as I'm sure my loyal readers know that such things tend to happen. So, in brief, here's what's going on with me. I went to the Coldplay concert last Monday (over a week ago) in Manchester, NH. I'm thoroughly in love with them. In fact, I had a dream about Chris Martin last night -- there was no cheating, he was still married to Gwynneth -- and he was in love with my dog.

And that's the other thing I'm in love with -- my dog. He entertains me every day, and he worships me as much as I worship him, so it's a very good relationship. Seriously -- he's so handsome, and so smart, and so incredibly endearing, you can't help but love him, and every single person within a twelve block radius who has a dog in my neighborhood will back me up on that. I'm totally not lying. He still stops traffic. And dogs in the neighborhood stalk him, to get their little daily fill of him. He's a big hit. And next Tuesday he's going to school with me, and everybody can't wait to meet him. And no, he's not spoiled. He's just gorgeous, and he knows it.

And the third thing I'm in love with is my boyfriend. I miss him incredibly -- he's working in Philly during the week still, as he has been for the last four months, and he most likely will be for the next three. He just bought a condo, and he's feeling really stressed out about trying to do the closing while he's out of town. He's got two months to figure it out, but there are so many steps, and he's doubting himself every part of the way. I'm just trying to be there for him and support him and remind him how happy he'll be in two months when we have a big huge place for us to entertain, and for me to cook and do laudry and all that good housewifely stuff. We've already met another pug in the neighborhood, and I think Boo will be very happy there, so that's really all that matters, isn't it?