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I don’t always listen to the suggestions of others, at least not immediately.  As my Mom says, I always do things on my own time table.  For the last year, my friend, Debbie, has been telling me over and over again how awesome a series Breaking Bad is and how I need to watch it.  I kept this trinket in my back pocket, but it wasn’t until about a month ago that I started to watch it from the beginning on Netflix.

Girl was not playing.  That show is ridiculously good.  In the last month I’ve watched all 4 seasons, which is about 35 hours of watching, which is slightly pathetic, but not in this case.  For anyone with a Netflix subscription, I highly recommend it.  Season 5, which is the final season (tear) starts mid July.  Plenty of time for anyone to catch up… especially if you were to get hooked like myself.  It’s really all I could think about for a couple of weeks.  The only other show I’ve allowed in my schedule is New Girl (totes recommend that one, too), so now I have to go back and catch up on everything that’s been building up on my DVR.  Which is a depressing thought  because I know nothing will compare to Breaking Bad.

This show is no joke…

Workin’ from the couch with The Boss on the TV… pretty much the ideal way to do business.

My Mom has been on a mission the last couple years to get another dog.  She walks dogs at the local SPCA multiple times a week, so keeps her eyes peeled for potential dogs to adopt.  Up until now, Dan has resisted, but I guess she finally wore him down and he caved.

Two weeks ago a batch of basset puppies came in and she talked Dan into letting them “foster” one for two weeks.  As if they were really going to return a cute puppy after two weeks.  I went with her to pick one out and we eventually picked Pete because he was just like Charlie… totally laid back and could really care less about playing with his siblings or trying to get attention from potential parents.  He totally white-men-can’t-jump-ed us… not long after arriving at their house, he was out of his shell.  And continues to liven up each passing day.  I really enjoy when he barks at the air. 

I went out again last weekend to see the little guy and take some pictures with The Rebel.  These are some favorites…

I think the look on Charlie’s face says it all, “First you bring that little rat around all the time and now a puppy?”.