Meet Brad

This doggie is named Brad. Isn't that a great name for a dog? He belongs to some college friends of mine that I visited today. I'm not sure where his name came from, but it's such a funny name for a dog. Brad. Brad-Brad-Brad. It's like naming a dog Hank...or Joe. His favorite thing to do seems to be running around in circles in the living room and eating. Sometimes he gets into the cats' food and eats that. I understand when that happens there is quite a mess to clean up later.

We had fun today. Hung out, caught up on our big news, went to Home Depot, ate dinner, etc. I hadn't really hung out with them in about 4 years so it was really fun. Dayna and Stephen were friends from college that ended up getting married. The 3 of us were part of a bigger clique of music majors that were inseparable throughout the 4 years of college. Stephen wasn't a music major, but we made him an honorary one anyway since he likes music. Now we are scattered all over the country and a few of us have pretty much disappeared. Dayna and Stephen live 1 1/2 hours away, which is really no excuse for not seeing them more often.

Driving home, it got dark. For some weird reason, I couldn't remember how to turn on my headlights. It was the strangest thing. There I am, driving in the dark wondering why my lights aren't on when I knew I turned them on. Ever forget weird everyday things like that? It's like my neurons just aren't firing right. Hmmm..maybe extra dessert would help that problem.