I'm just going to have to start running for my life. That's all there is to it.

We have been in the house for more than three years. This street has taught me I will never, ever live on a cul-de-sac. I just don't want my neighbors that intimately amused by my comings and goings. I need an acre.

There is an element of me that truly believes I can outlast the neighbors. They are young and can't possibly live there forever with their loud, invasive dogs, who perpetually dig trenches beneath my fence.

In order to outlast, I feel a need to redo. There's going to be a painting party at our home sometime soon.

My plan is also to fortify the fence where the Nextdoorian Dogs have toppled planks and dug holes for years now, as they are left in their yard twenty-four hours a day, always. No wonder they're frantic. Knowing the way we baby this dog lying at my feet, I fail to understand how you treat your pet that way.

Yesterday would have been my French great grandma's 118th birthday. I was named after her.

Yesterday marked one blissful, strong, more self-assured, seizure-free year for me.

I asked Lucky if she knows Santa. I think one day I'll need more land, and Lucky may indeed need some husky little friends. In a cooler climate, these dogs are said to only shed twice a year, as opposed to CONSTANTLY, if they live in TEXAS.