Hi everyone! Did everyone have a good weekend? I hope so. Ours started with a hot date with Iron Man (OMG SO DOPE) and dinner with friends. On Saturday, we finally returned that stupid Pottery Barn desk at the mall. Instead of dragging it through SouthPark Mall, we went to the delivery entrance to meet the PB clerk. While we waited for him to bring the cart, we found ourselves surrounded by over a dozen puppies. It was as if I suddenly walked into some twee poster I might find on my 2nd grade guidance counselor’s wall. The Char-Meck Animal Control was having a pet adoption fair, and they were all waiting to use the service elevator. Despite my impassioned please (asking really nicely twice), Erik and his heart of steel would not relent. We went home puppy-less. My heart shed tears.
Later that afternoon, our neighbor came to visit and I was able to meet their new springer spaniel puppy, Roto. My heart exploded with puppy joy while Erik watched, probably thinking rational thoughts such as “we can’t have a puppy because we aren’t prepared to care for one, how are we going to walk it/check on it during the weekday when we are working?” Whereas my brain was screaming “PUPPY! PUPPY! PUPPY! PUPPY!”
This is a big difference in Erik and I. He is excellent with retaining rational thought, and thinking things through thoroughly. His thought process is wise and lucid. My thought process is likely covered in glitter and old Dorito crumbs. It has three settings: On, Off, and Opposite Day. Also, it probably resembles the monosyllabic thought process of a toddler. After all, as those who attended our wedding know, Erik is a THINKING person, and Karen is NOT.
Maybe instead of getting a puppy now, we’ll just play with Roto. That situation yields all of the cuteness, none of the poop. Meanwhile, we have had our friends with dogs bring them over in order to gauge the reaction of the cats. When confronted with a dog (or another cat, actually), Fred puffs up and makes a deep, manly yowl. So manly in fact that you’d think he still had his testicles. Holly runs away, which is surprising since she’s a certified menace to society. Either way, they’re going to have to get used to the fact that there may be a day when their pampered existence has a surprise visitor who will shake things up. Which sounds like the plot for The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. Does this mean Will Smith is coming to live with us?
Iron Man was dope. I went and saw it (by myself!) on Saturday, cashing in an IOU. Specifically, an IOU I earned while Dana was out drinking with her lush friends.
WORTH IT!
Sorry about the puppy. We’ve been jonesing for one for a long time, so I feel your pain. And we get the opposite – since we live right next to a park, we get to deal with all the poop, but none of the cuteness. Woe is me.
Oh please, please, please get a Will Smith.
I heart Doritos crumbs.
Not so big on the glitter, though.
Hey! I found you through Links of Love. Puppys are great but omg they are so much work! Why do you think they are so cute? Because if they weren’t you would kill them! Maybe you could get an adult dog. Thats what I did and I couldnt be happier. She has never had an accident and doesnt bark, chew or bite. She is amazing.
I have wanted a puppy my whole life. My parents never let us have pets other than tropical fish. some day.
I got here via the Links of Love and for what it is worth I would totally get the puppy. And my husband is also the rational one. Sigh.
Iron Man was, I think, the highlight of May.
I’m here via the list. And happy to be here.
I can’t wait to see Iron Man, dogs of any kind (but especially boxers) rule, and I’m also here via the list. Great post.