Zaubi has this theory on how dog pee is actually good for grass and will make lush, green growth.

We finished writing most of our wedding thank-you notes today. It’s embarassingly late: I think etiquette books tell you you have to write them within 3 months not 7! But, better late than never, I suppose.

Of late, Fitz has been shitting on the floor. I don’t know why; he always shits when we take him on walks, too. He’s just a particularly shit-filled dog, perhaps? Anyway, we’ve been making him wear a doggie diaper, a ridiculous looking thing made out of denim (!?) that velcros around his nonexistent waist, in order to keep him from shitting inside. Today Zaubi went to put his leash on and realized that Fitz had taken off the diaper and when he (Zaubi) picked it up, the diaper was all wet in front.

So he starts inspecting it closely, sniffing it and all that, and then he comes to me all puzzled and is like “The diaper’s all wet… but it doens’t SMELL like pee… here, smell it!” I sniffed it cautiously and lo and behold, it doesn’t smell anything like pee… it smells like semen!

I made my sister smell it to verify since Zaubi was looking at me like I was crazy when I made my announcement. It’s no lie, or mis-scent, as the case may be.

Semen! Our perverted adolescent dog has been jacking off with his diaper!

Less than 2K to go and I’m a free woman.

Today, I love the IRS.

Great Australia Migration: Have set up appointment this coming week for rabies titres (this would be the limiting factor of the whole affair given that they HAVE to pass and that the results take 6 weeks to come back). After that it’s time to apply for the import permit!

I’m a Yank, all right

Your Linguistic Profile:

45% General American English
45% Yankee
5% Dixie
5% Upper Midwestern
0% Midwestern

Woo hoo! My tax refund came through! And I got paid! So I have thousands of $$ right now!!!

… all of which will go to debt and other boring things within the next couple days …

I haven’t been writing. That’s due to a couple things. I will feel better prepared to keep up my LJing regularly again in another week or so. Too much stress!

Well, I tried to post this yesterday and posted it to an LJ group I belong to by mistake. How embarrassing!!

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There is a car named after me! And it’s stunning.

It can go 0-60 in less than 5 seconds! And it has a smile!  And… it’s ORANGE!

Welcome:  the Lotus Elise.

In a counter clockwise fashion, starting with the left rear paw, Elma has four pink toes, three pink and one black toe, two pink and two black toes, and one pink and three black toes.

I just discovered this!

There is something so wonderfully peaceful and comforting about the rumbling of a cat’s purr near your head. It must be nice to be a kitten.

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Best live show I ever saw: Big Bad Voodoo Daddy, Hatch Shell at the Boston Esplanade, 1998 or so.

Worst live show I ever saw: James Taylor, Tweeter Center in Lostasshit, MA.

I’m being predjudice, though. I never liked James Taylor in the first place and there was the most godawful thunderstorm going on at the same time, and we had unconvered seats!

I’m thinking of this because I’m talking to hyperfl0w, who brings his CDs to work all the time!

I have been paying off credit card debt religiously — thousands of $$ every month, but I haven’t really been paying attention lately to how much I still owe. I made myself a budget a while ago, how much to pay each month on each card, and I have just been following it. So today I logged onto MBNA and realized that my current balance is only $339.82!! I mean, I *knew* I was paying it off and due to finish paying it off on my next paycheck in a week, but there is something different about knowing that and actually seeing it verified right in front of you. Only $339.82!! This is on a card that had $10,000 on it before, so that is quite an achievement.

Of course, I still have two other credit cards to pay off, but they are much less significant than the MBNA. And there is a certain person, someone I would call friend, because we were friends then, though not now, whom I haven’t seen since 2002, to whom I owe money, and who I intend to pay, although I’m pretty certain that he labors under the misapprehension that I never will.

Of course, digging him up once I am able pay him back might be an issue, especially given that at that point I plan to be some 12,000 miles away from here…

Back to work. Goodness knows I have enough work to do deadlined in the next week to keep a normal person occupied for three…

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