They Call Me Junebug

Weekend Update

It’s Monday, it’s rainy, my right eye is doing that spazzy thing it does, my pants are too tight and I might be moving to India, so I’m going to keep this short and sweet as I have a few things on my mind.

- Friday night the hubby and I grilled steaks on the back patio. While there is nothing inherently interesting in this fact, other than to establish that we are both carnivores, keep it in mind.

- I was too young to see “Fargo” when it came out in theaters, and after seeing it on DVD Friday night, I don’t really feel bad I missed out the first time around. It seems without value, other than to establish that you shouldn’t get in debt, and when you conspire to kidnap you wife, your life will go to hell in a hand basket. I made sure my husband took note of this. I felt like everyone pretty much got what they had coming. Yes, I know, I am cold hearted.

- Our bedroom furniture arrived Saturday, and we made the short uneventful trip to go pick it up. It was all as beautiful as I remember, save for the nasty crunched corner on the chest of drawers.

- While moving furniture in, I put The Beast in the backyard so as to not have him underfoot. Remember what I said about grilling on the patio?

- We stacked furniture in all corners of our house, but did not actually set it up. We like to do things the hard way.

- The Beast, he ate charcoal while outside on the patio. He stuck his snout in the bag of discarded charcoal and tried to eat his way to freedom by licking away all vestiges of grease drippings. After a call to Poison Control (hint: they are absolutely useless when it comes to pets) and a call to his vet, it was determined we had to wash his mouth out with water and watch for peculiar behavior(that’s comical, having ME assess for peculiar behavior).

- After drowning the dog (evidently they don’t like it when you stick a water hose in their mouth, and the don’t understand the “Swish, spit, rinse, repeat” command either) we went to the Indian buffet. You know, to see if I could stand living in a country where they serve indiscriminate meat products in Technicolor sauces.

- My entire family came over so my mom could help with a few piddly sewing projects, and in the chaos The Beast pissed on the rug. Have you ever seen a Great Dane sized puddle o’ piss? It’s huge.

- The wedding came off without a hitch, my fee in their hooker shoes being the only casualty.

- After the wedding we came home to find the house in complete disarray, evidently my teenaged sisters who were “dog sitting” because of the charcoal incident have the destructive powers of a Cat 4 hurricane.

- Sunday was spent spending entirely too much money Christmas shopping. I swear, it’s an addiction for me, this thing called Christmas.

- Monday entailed me dragging my lazy ass out of my new bed and in to the office, calling liaison officers to talk about this India thing, and praying I can keep my eyes open long enough to keep from face planting on the keyboard.

That’s all I know. Well, I know a whole lot more than that, but nothing of consequence.

I had a smashing time meeting the Smasherians, so “Hey ya’ll” to anyone reading.

Hugs and kisses,
Junebug

posted by The Call Me Junebug @ 12:53 PM