My husband and I recently adopted a second dog from the same rescue group where we adopted our first dog, Molly. We'd been hoping to only foster a dog, but fell in love with him the day we got him. His name at the time was Zachary. We decided pretty quickly that he was more of a Murphy. So Murphy and Molly live together and romp around the backyard with their Irish names. We have a third pet--a cat named Hobbes. He is a beautiful orange tabby who is very friendly with people.
Even though I am a dyed-in-the-wool Gen Xer, I pine for the '70s. Probably because I was a child and everything seemed cool. When I watch movies like Halloween, Dazed and Confused and The Ice Storm I desperately want to go back in time to be a teenager or young adult, circa 1976. The cars, the clothes, the music, the drugs, the sex, the swinging. I might not participate in all of the activities going on, but man, I'd soak it all in. The '70s were the last great decade of love