There are two types of people in the world: those who let their dogs snuggle in bed with them, and those who relegate them to the floor. The former results in dog hair on the sheets. The latter is an example of boundaries. In my dream world, I am the latter.
"I think I might be addicted to speed." I said to my manager, as we both kicked back in her office at the end of a day of back-to-back meetings and started catching up on our long queue of neglected emails. "That is entirely possible." She said with a peal of laughter. Speed, the fast pace, not the drug, though it might as well be.