I know I shouldn’t revel in anyone’s misery but I just got an email that my marketing professor has the flu and there will be no class tonight. I’m still sick with my own flu so this means I won’t have to try to survive 3 hours of class. I did it last night and it nearly killed me, I was the girl sniffling and coughing in the back of the class with a box of tissues, vitamin water, and an orange juice.
Side note - where do you all get your animated gifs?
Tell me about Callie! Does she have any favorite treats or toys?? I hope you aren't offended if your next package is strictly a Callie package ;) - Your TB!
I will not be offended at all! Callie loves anything that looks like a real animal as a toy. She completely decimated her squirrel toy - opened the poor animal up, ripped out the stuffing, and removed the squeaker. She’s also got a kong that we put treats in but she’s not a big chewer so she usually paws at it and bats it around until something falls out. For treats her favorite flavor of anything is peanut butter, she prefers small things that can be devoured quickly. I gave her a big bone once and she licked it twice then completely ignored it.
EXCUSE ME?! You’ve “grown apart”? That is your. own. damn. fault. AND it’s totally fixable. It’s called reconnecting and if you ever really loved each other it shouldn’t be that hard to do.
It may be a bit narrow-minded of me but I think divorce for reasons like “growing apart” are complete and utter bullshit. If you aren’t 100% committed to making it work with your spouse then you shouldn’t have gotten married in the first place. To me, getting married means you are willing to fight through anything to make it work.
Even if “growing apart” is just a cover-up for something else I think you should either decline to comment or be honest, covering it up and making it culturally acceptable to treat marriage like a facebook status is not okay.
My bangs are in terrible need of a trim. They flop in my face, they cover my eyes, they are just too damn long right now.
I should have had them trimmed by now, since I’ve been telling myself to trim them for two weeks AND my hair stylist gives free bang trims AND I only live a block and a half away from the hair salon.
So why the hell aren’t my bangs trimmed?
Well, 1. despite the trim being free I do still need to tip her, which means I need cash. I had cash and then I spent in on something or other stupid. So then I had no cash but then Mark had cash (and by cash here I’m talking small bills that are appropriate for tipping). But then Mark keeps forgetting to give me his cash and I keep forgetting to just take it out of his wallet.
I could just go to the bank, get some quick cash and ask the hair salon receptionist to break a $20 but she’s a grumpasaurus rex and she scares me.
So chalk the money problem to being a lazy, forgetful coward.
2. My stylist told me to just stop by anytime for a free bang trim but she can’t possibly be there all the time so I feel the need to call ahead and see that she’s free. I am apprehensive about this because of cranky receptionist. I also don’t want to just show up to end up waiting forever for my stylist to have a free moment. Basically I’m over thinking this and it’s becoming a problem.
I have even had fits of rage, grabbed a pair of scissors and planned to cut the damn things myself but then I think - what are you thinking? You’ve never done this well AND you have a professional who will do this for you for free! Put the scissors down psycho!
I took Callie out this morning and tried to keep her on the grass but even a little bit of walking on the salted sidewalks and she was limping on all her paws after just a block. Then she just stopped and curled into a ball and whimpered. I carried her back to the apartment, wiped her feet off, and then she was fine.
So - my question is…
Is it normal for dogs to have such a painful reaction to rock salt?
I dropped a class last night. I sat in that class for 3 hours and the whole time all I could think was I don’t want to do any of this.
I hated the class format, I hated the guy next to me eating a pear so loudly people began to throw nasty glares his way, but most of all I hated the main project - which basically involved cold calling businesses and getting the owner to agree to let me interview them for an hour and a half.
So, I dropped it and picked up a different class.
I feel a little guilty about it, hence this post, but I figured I’d rather take a class I’m required to take to get my MBA (which is what I picked up) than take an elective I hate.
Despite everything Mark and I were able to share a kiss at midnight.
There were no sequins, glitter, or fancy parties for us but it’s a new year and we’re together.
Thank you for all your kind wishes - Mark is doing much better today. His worst injuries were two lacerations he sustained from being hit over the head during the attack. He’ll just be sporting hats for awhile until his sutures heal and look a little friendlier.