We went into a little boutique pet store yesterday to buy a bully stick for our Frenchie. With our Frenchie. The lady at the counter told us, "Oh, the owner breeds those. Want another puppy? You can come into the back and see them."

Uh, no. I don't want to see a puppy mill operation in the back of a pet store. Ours truly was a rescue, and we feel good about the home we've given him despite people like YOU, pet store owner lady.

But really, I'm feeling the sting of having to pay for a vacation I didn't really want at all. Grumpy that my FIL booked us a beach condo in Florida, halfway across the country, proud that he's paying for it for us. But we still have to fly, rent a car, take a hundred dollars in ferries, buy groceries at jacked-up resort prices, and pay the credit card bill when it comes in with $2000 we can't afford on it. I should've found some diplomatic way to say no thanks, but I didn't think. (kicking self)