My meatball and my Quail Man.

Oh, hey there!

I'm about 5 hours later than I prefer to post but I'm finally posting so boom.

Seems I actually have to work extra hard this week since I'm taking Friday off for my big move to the Princess Palace! 

Enough excuses on my fashionably late post, today I am going to share a little series I began this weekend while packing up my life.

It seems I have some strange obsession with collecting dog hats.

Yes, you did read that correctly. I said dog hats.

Explaination: I Instagramed this photo which led to an entire series via the Twitter machine.

This is Ella modeling her sombrero.

She enjoys margaritas (Skinny Girl only, please.) and burritos.

Give her a maraca and she will bust out some serious tunes for you to cha cha to.

Here's my boy trying to get his Christmas on already.

Halloween and Thanksgiving? Nope... reindeer have to prepare early.

Also, the mean face? He's just pissed his nose isn't red.

I may not be a human mother but I can still put large flowers on my dog.

She's really excited about it too.

He likes to party.

That's his party face.

We're a big fan of Jersey Shore.

This is my meatball. We're still working on her tan.

And this is his updated version of Quail Man.

Doug Funny used a belt but Seb man is all about the tie. 

He's ready to save Patty Mayonnaise.

But not Skeeter. That name is messed up.

And there you have it, friends.

Stay tuned tomorrow to see what other sad excuse for a post I come up with.

Sorry... I'm moving, cut me some slack.