Aside from the general busy level and workalcoholism, I think this largely sums things up.
Test of new socks: AWESOME. I've put off buying new socks for so long that it feels like clouds instead of boots. Also willow doesn't understand why she doesn't get a post-walk treat before I take my boots off, and after.
Pretty sure she demands pretzel sticks.
Misty wanting attention.
Wasn't sure if leftover brussels sprouts and alfredo sauce was a great idea. Combined with meatballs, it certainly is!
Willow wishes a poor meatball would roll off the table, on the floor, or just straight into her mouth.