SALE SALE SALE
I phoned the lovely Cyndi to ask if she could work wiht me this weekend (with my fingers crossed on both hands, please, please, pretty please say yes...) and she obliged. PRAISE THE LORD!!!!! This GOB sale has been shear madness (sounds like a great name for a hair salon, don't you think? Am i the first one to think of that?) with ladies coming in and RAIDING the store like they were VIKINGS, PILAGING the once beautiful and valuable valuables. Hmmmmm, i don't know if i want this $20 ring or this $20 ring..... let me take more moments of your time while i decide..... IT'S PRICED TO MOVE PEOPLE!!! THAT MEANS YOU GOTTA MOVE TOO!
On a happier note, i did three hours of homework last night and learned some things too... like don't drink tea while you're studying until 11pm... you will NEVER sleep through the night. All i dreamed about were bathrooms, delicious bathrooms. The lexicon of business law, however, was notable absent from my reveries. How can i get you to work FOR me, subconscious?
What if a bear goes in the woods and there's no one around to see it?
Because he loves us so much, or maybe because of his protective instincts, Rascal has aquired the habit of checking up on us wherever we are in the house. This is very cute when you're sitting down to read the paper and a cute little fuzzy curls up next to you. It's not so cute when your sitting down somewhere else. You see, our bathroom door does not fully latch, and as soon as you sit down to a moment of peace and quiet, you hear that little nose pressing against the door. He nudges it open just a crack, and then in walks the little pup himself, you know, just to see what you're up to.
What's that? Oh, you're deficating? I am like soooooo into that.
"Some people like their privacy" does not translate into hound.
I am reminded of Jenine Gararafffafallooo's line in Reality Bites:
"My parents have been married so long they leave the door open when they pee."
I'm sorry, but i'm not really ready for that level of intimacy with my spouse. I dislike it if i even see him walking towards the bathroom with a book in his hand.
"You're not going in there with that book, are you?"
"Yes."
"That makes it a dirty book, just so you know."
In Leah's world, dirty books never end up later on the kitchen table. But in Leah's world people also use seperate sponges for dishes and counters and don't use utensils that have been licked by the dog. In other words, LALALAND.
Then again, i think, maybe it is fair. I mean, i watch Rascal poop all the time.