Thirty-Two
I can’t believe how busy we are, now that we have parking! Lainie and I keep giving Gabe s**t about it, but honestly, our accessibility has made a huge difference in our bookings, so much so that Gabe has agreed to bring on that intern sooner rather than later, especially since the tasks Lainie used to help out with are falling by the wayside. She’s occupied with the last-minute details for their imminent wedding, in a race against her mother’s cancer.
Fucking cancer.
I took over one of the extra rooms at the back as a makeshift doggy daycare for my new fur children. It’s not a permanent solution, but I left them home alone that first week and walked into mischief. Seems Jupiter is quite skilled at opening cupboards, and Jane Eyre, the accomplice, is excellent at pulling the
