Ooooooohhhhhh....you girls are in deep doo-doo. Next time, call a cab. Both of you. Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Hey, maybe THAT was the original purpose of the hatch....a drunk tank.
Speaking of trouble....
I briefly mentioned my legal woes several posts ago. I've been trying to stay calm and deal with the situation like a rational adult. Not working. My acid reflux is working really well though, as is my insomnia, my mood swings, and my all around freak-out-panic-panic-panic more attacks. I go to court Tuesday, and will let you in on some details after the super fun times at the courthouse. It's gonna be GREAT.
This whole thing has been really upsetting, so today I took matter into my own hands.
Cheaper than therapy (but only by a few bucks)
I popped my own Silk Garden cherry. I finally gave in. I had to. I mean, LOOK AT IT. It seduced me. Hey, I'm still playing hard to get with the Silver Thaw, so don't go thinkin' I'm THAT easy.
Don't ask me what I am going to do with it though. I have a few things in mind, but haven't made a final decision.
Can anyone tell me why Bloglines sucks so much ass? Ugh.
Now, please note that while this next bit is about my dog, there are no dog pictures involved. Ahem. Stacey.
Brian is not one to dress animals in clothing. He thinks the whole idea is beyond moronic. He hates it. I would go so far as to say it DISGUSTS him. He gets this look on his face when I even joke about putting something on one of the dogs to be funny that just kills all humor in the moment.
Please understand that Sampson is built like a gigantic mutant Beagle, but his Basenji heritage shows in his super short hair and sensitive skin. Basenji's are African plains dogs, and I imagine they aren't genetically primed to enjoy freezing temperatures.
Last night, Brian told me he had been observing how cold Sampson gets when we take him outside in the chilly weather. He also said he doesn't think Sampson is warm enough in the house. Now, B knows better than to even suggest we turn on the heat. Still, imagine my surprise when he informed me that the best solution for the dog would be for me to knit a dog sweater.
First, I pointed and laughed at Brian. I mean, really, really laughed. (And I may have danced around the loveseat chanting something like "You are a suck-er, you're gonna dress your dog up, ha ha ha ha ha ha" ) Then, I asked Sampson if he wanted mommy to make him a sweater. He looked at me and licked my foot, which when translated means, "Yes, you stupid human, make yourself useful and knit me a sweater. It's cold up in this mofo." Finally, I whipped out the tape measure and jotted down some numbers. I did some swatching, and think I have come up with a solution that will be quick and easy to knit up.
I can't believe I am going to have a sweater wearing dog. So not my thing, but I want him to be warm.
And yes, I know I have been Posty Mc Posterson on this here blog this week, but next week I will be traveling for/busy with work from Weds-Fri. Plus, I'm totally trying to finish the no dog pictures for 5 posts dare. It's killing me....so many cute pics have been taken in recent days....but this is number 4. I can do it!
Ahhhh. Friday. How I love Friday. On the agenda for this weekend? Prime and paint the bathroom so that bitch is DONE. Attend my work holiday party, where, rumor has it, there will be a CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN. And a cash bar. Hell yes. I have a hot date with my sister tomorrow that involves spa pedicures and foot massages at our favorite nail place. Oh yeah, and Jaywalkers. Definitely Jaywalkers.
