Man, I really want to be home meeting the new addition to our family.
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
That's a very mellow puppy. Awesome.
Husband and I spent time at the humane society with Yogi and Bear, two small dogs who are slightly nervous. They initially wanted to hide behind the staff member, but then she left, and they quickly moved to our laps.
You are always welcome to visit Jilli. Come in September or October and I can show you Halloween Horror Nights.
I am so, SO tempted. But our vague plan is to go to the UK in late October, so I would need to do some creative budget juggling to squeeze in a visit. But I AM going to see if it can be done, because Pete and I miss you guys.
(Plus, puppy!)
I'm going to see puppy tomorrow! SQUEE!
Happy birthday, sj!
We hung out with a very energetic dachshund puppy this afternoon which was a lot of fun. PUPPEH!!
I'm not a fan of Mariachi music. Wishing it would stop wafting in my window.
Just think of it as uptempo polka, with horns!
We spent the afternoon and evening at my friend's 2 year old's BBQ/birthday party. There was lots of yummy sangria and food, a pinata, cake and I was an excellent role model in bringing some baby fireworks.
M. of course burnt a finger on the sparkler, and when his mom called, announced "We're shooting off explosives!!" plus "Oh, I had a hot dog and cake. There was only lunch there."
GROAN. Poppers, smoke bombs, snakes and sparklers FWIW, and a groaning board of delicious foodstuffs at all times. But it sounds like I let him shoot bombs, burned his hand and fed him only junk food. FOR THE WIN!
But it was fun, and he scored a magnificent donkey head from the pinata. I have to restrain myself from placing it on Dan's pillow.
In retrospect, one of the signs of the coming fail of my marriage was when my husband told a mariachi band in a restaurant that it was my birthday.
(It was my birthday. The fail was thinking I would enjoy the attention of a mariachi band and an entire restaurant.)
No one deserves mariachi, Ginger.