Yesterday, I got Dairy Queen with my ex-girlfriend after my cello lesson and we went to the park to visit the grave of my hamster who died five years ago. I still miss her so much. Here's my ex and the grave of Satchel the hamster:

A woman throwing tennis balls for her dogs started chatting us up about how worried she was about her chihuahua who was 18 years old with a failing body. The dog was sweet and loved my ex. She was deaf and going blind, but wagging her tail. Her mom said she had a lot of accidents at home, but she couldn't put her down because she still seemed happy. I liked that about her.

She asked if I had back problems because I needed my ex to help me get back up from crouching to pet the dogs by the tree where Satchel is buried, and I told her I was just creaky. She said someone said she looked gimpy. Offended, I said, "Uh, you look fine." She said, "Thank you. You look fine, too!"

I had a nice time with my ex and the woman and her dogs and my dead hamster, and I hope all of us have a good time wherever we are.