I gotta go back, back to school again

by statia on September 1, 2003

Warning: part of this entry will be blatant gushing about my dog, how cool he is, how cute he is, and generally, just how much I love him. You’ve been warned.

Yesterday was the best day to be outside, ever. We headed out to my friend C’s house to just enjoy the day. g-man played with his dog, while we talked and drank, and drank, and drank, had some snacks, walked downtown, drank, came back, drank, ate dinner, drank some more. All in all, it was just good conversation, good food, good friends. g-man had a blast and was quite tuckered by the end of the day. We didn’t end up getting home until about 2am. He passed out on the bed with his head on the pillow. He looked so damn cute, that I had to just had to feel lucky that he was mine. When I woke up to go to the bathroom in my half hungover stupor, he hadn’t moved an inch, and for a moment, I had to check to make sure that he was still breathing. I shook him awake, and sighed with relief while he just looked at me like, “why the fuck did you wake me up out of a sound sleep just now?” When I woke up this morning I laughed because he was still sleeping with his head on the pillow but had his back facing me. I don’t think he wanted to get up this morning.

After all of that boozin’ yesterday I have a two star hangover, which, overall, is very good I think, considering I drank for 11 hours straight. I definitely have the mentality of a staple gun today. Robyn emailed me regarding helping out for the boobie thon, and I totally was unable to comprehend what she was asking me to do. Sorry babe, I had have a real bad case of the stupids today.

I had to run to the mall to pick up what seems like 3 million gifts for various showers, weddings and now belated birthday presents. It was jam packed with parents and kids doing their last minute back to school shopping. It’s amazing I got out of there without kicking anyone in the neck.

I made an observation. I absolutely hate when I’m in the card store, rifling through the cards, and someone just reaches right over you, or stands right in your personal space reading a card next to you. What the hell? Is there some sort of etiquette regarding this matter? If there isn’t, I think there should be. Get the hell out of my personal space.

{ 5 comments }

jason September 1, 2003 at 4:38 pm

People just have no concept of personal space, its amazing. Its one of my biggest pet peeves. Like they are in such a hurry they can’t wait 10 seconds for you to move so they can get their grubby little hands on the card that is in front of you?

robyn September 1, 2003 at 4:52 pm

Ooooh, having just bought a half-dozen cards myself in the last month — that is one of my BIGGEST peeves. And you’re cute when you’re blonde. ;-)

etherian September 1, 2003 at 5:13 pm

I love hearing about your beloved Gromit. I shake my one dog, Marcus, awake sometimes late at night because he sleeps so heavily. I get the same looks, too.

sledge September 1, 2003 at 8:32 pm

Dude, talk about gromit all you want – I LIKE dog talk.

Oh yeah, the whole card thing and personal space – if people get too close to me I just kick ‘em in the shins. That teaches ‘em.

Amy September 1, 2003 at 10:31 pm

Dogs are such people… only a dog owner/lover can understand that. Our dog (who is actually my parents’ dog now – long story) has such character… if she’s trying to get some sleep and people are making too much noise, she will make this groaning sound to let everyone know she’s displeased… and she’ll rub her ears as if to shut us out. Cracks me up!

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