Does anyone have a method to stop puppies from crying piteously for hours on end beginning at midnight when I finally leave my study from working to go to bed? Lian's visiting the Santoses for a couple weeks, visiting their kids and stuff. It's just me and the mutt. And when I go to bed...he starts to live up to the sound of his name, if not the definition. Have to admit (over hot coals, truth serum, and the threat of Granny Goodness in a thong bikini) that the dog is rather cute, fluffy, adorable and one mean deterrent to squirrels.
In other news, heard from an old Checkmate buddy (not Martin) and we went out for drinks and carousing. Hard to carouse with eagle eyed daughter making sure I'm clean and sober. Aaron and I got stone drunk and it was nice. Well, not the next morning, but just to relax, get out and do manly things without worrying overly much about consequences. He gave me a lot of grief about not taking home one of the hot booties that was all over me like white on rice all night, but honestly, I must be getting old in my getting to the late 20s (not telling, lalalala). I just wasn't interested in a one night stand.
(wry look) Dinah would tell me I'm growing up. Dick would tell me I'm being responsible. Ollie would tell me to stop whining and get laid. Not sure who's the most sensible, to be honest. Isn't THAT scary?
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