In the elevator, one of the professors says to me, "Jeez, how many people are you going to feed with that!"

WTF?

"Hello, I am Ergorapido Montoya and you killed my father."

"Prepare for me to suck up your dirt!"

Sparky, that's just...I have no words. How rude!

Maybe he looked at Sparky - who is small and slim - and figured she lives on six lettuce leaves and sparkling water?

eta: Also, talk about poor social skills!

talk about poor social skills

Many professors fall into this category, however, usually it's inflicted on mine in their professional capacity and not via personal comment.

And I do hope he realizes that my comment was a message: Don't expect me to go the extra mile for you, buddy, no matter how charming you try to be in the future.

Geez, Sparky, what a maroon.

Engorapido sounds like a porn name to me.

Engorapido sounds like a porn name to me.

With the N instead of the R, it totally does. Ergorapido just doesn't sound porny to me, though.

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Porny or not, I've bookmarked your post. Thanks, vw!

"Prepare for me to suck up your dirt!"

Hee!

Wow, Sparky. I'm just... wow.

Maybe he looked at Sparky - who is small and slim - and figured she lives on six lettuce leaves and sparkling water?

That was my second thought. After WTF?

Engorapido sounds like a porn name to me.

With the N instead of the R, it totally does. Ergorapido just doesn't sound porny to me, though.

Huh. Imagine that. Me, misreading something in favor of pornishness. When does that happen?

Hey! My throat hurts less now. I was able to finish the muffin I tried to eat this morning.

When does that happen?

When your throat is trying to do you in?

So, I just made an appointment for Toto to get groomed before Thanksgiving. I'm selling that thing on Craigslist to have the money to do it. I want him all nice and clean before meeting CBD's parents. CBD's mom isn't a huge dog fan, so I figure a nice clean doggy would probably be appreciated.

So, anyways, normally he gets groomed at a place out by my parents. He's had traumatic grooming experiences, and they know him, so I haven't had the heart to switch. BUT, I don't have time to get him out there before Thanksgiving, so I just called a place across the street from my favorite restaurant to try them out. They just recently rebuilt after being burned down in the fire that killed two firemen last year. You may remember me talking about it. Anyways, I called to get an estimate and was transferred to their Terrier specialist. They have a terrier specialist?! Fancy schmancy place! Surprisingly, it's only about $10 more than out by my parents, so I made an appointment. I can't wait to see how the little buddy looks after his appointment with the Terrier specialist!