So yesterday I promised myself that I would make time to blog no matter what…an look I’m doing it.

The only problem is I’m not very good at making time so while I’m writing this I’m thinking about a thousand other things none of which are interesting enough to blog about.

I saw a lady this morning who I thought was walking down the street with a pigeon on her shoulder but it was just a fluffy scarf.

That’s it.

That’s the only exciting thing that happend today.

Yesterday Bert and I went for our belated anniversary dinner though - it was very nice and very expensive but we like to splurge once a year.

I had steak.

So did Bert.

I couldn’t finish mine and as the waiter whipped it away I had to fight down the urge to ask for a doogy bag. I figured even if I didn’t turn it into a steak sandwich for lunch today, the dog would have the best treat ever if only I could take it home.

But I don’t think fancy restaurants do doggy bags so I refrained.