Ahh.. it's good to be home. No, seriously. I can hang out all day in my PJs, and nobody can say anything about it. Well, that is until I try to head to my Russian class in my PJs and crazy morning hair. You know the Germans, they like Ordnung, and crazy hair and PJs in the streets is... not ordentlich. In all seriousness, though, there's no place like home. (Or like Oz, apparently.) Things are going pretty good here, and life is back to normal. Russian classes this week again, math classes start (and I thought Math 30 in high school would be the last math class I ever took.. HA), and the rest of 'em start on the 31st. So, when I got home, I had H. bring Maxie to the airport to meet me. My, was that cute. I seriously thought his butt was going to fall off from wagging his tail so hard. Then, when I came downstairs this morning, his butt almost fell off again. This is why people love dogs. You can abandon them for two weeks to go live it up in France, and they will still love you. They'll even still love you if you go away to Canada for two months. Or make them have injections to stay healthy. The unconditional thing is awesome. What isn't awesome is the chewing of shoelaces or underwear. (Why underwear?) That's okay, though. Underwear is cheap, anyway.
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