Things to do

So, I guess bucket lists are a thing? I always kind of felt like half of what a bucket list would do was make you feel back about all the things on it that you weren't doing, but maybe that's the point. I don't know.

Part of why I'm thinking about this is because the baby clock is ticking, people. I want the babies. But first I want to do some traveling, you know? Alaska, Greece, the Mediterranean in general, New Zealand, maybe, I don't know, Indonesia. Ethiopia, oh my god, an entire trip of Ethiopian food. Yes. Anyway, here are some things I want to do:

• Race sled dogs (or just, you know, ....I don't know what the verb is for what people do with sled dogs if they're not racing, but do that). This is something from when I was very small, and it's Tato's fault for writing a song in honor of my birth about how I was a baby with a mohawk, racing those sled dogs. Mohawk has been checked off. Sled dogs, not yet.
• Learn Italian.
• Make puff pastry. This has been a goal for two years or so, but I'm scared of it.
• Go to Greece.
• Get a puppy. No seriously. Do you know how long I've wanted a puppy? Ever since my puppy Bigotes died when I was 10. Ever since then I've wanted a puppy. That's almost 15 years of wanting a puppy AND NOT GETTING ONE BECAUSE IT'S THE RESPONSIBLE THING TO DO.

Bucket lists are hard. That's all for now.