Remember a while ago when I told you about Charlotte? Well, I finally had to break her web and take the garbage out, and then I didn’t see her anymore. Even though she didn’t ever do anything really cool like write me a note or catch a mockingbird in her web, I was kind of sad to see her go.
Yesterday, though, I saw these two hanging out in the trees in the backyard:
I named them Nellie and Joy after Charlotte’s daughters that stayed with Wilbur. If I find a third, I’ll name her Aranea. If I find anymore, I’m just going to hand out numbers until their personalities emerge. I’m going to make more of an effort with these two; having two big ol’ spiders as my friends might be kind of fun.
I can’t wait!
Let me preface this post by saying I don’t only take the dogs to bars. We go other places, too. Like the beach, the lake, charity dog walks, etc. But it’s much easier to take pictures of your dogs when they are 6 feet away from you being cute while you enjoy a beer than it is to take a picture of them while you are swimming away from them and trying not to drown. Also the dogs are like my kids, and while it’s frowned upon to bring your kids to the bar, people seem to really enjoy having Bad Mutha Fudruckers at the bar.
Dex made it back safe and sound on Friday. He had a great weekend with his mom, road tripping and hanging out with Other Ernie, Danielle’s mom’s chihuahua. To celebrate his return, we took the boys to The Barbary Coast, a little hole in the wall bar downtown that is Dex and Ernie friendly. It’s definately an interesting place; here are some examples of some of the art work:
Dex was totally in his element:
He even got “behind the bar” privledges:
Now all I’ve got to do is teach him to grab me a beer while he’s back there.
Ernie doesn’t have as much fun, because of the Loud Noises coming from the pool tables and the fact that I was constantly moving. He likes his special people to Stay Put where he can keep an eye on them so they Don’t Escape.
But then no one had fun because Dex and Ernie got grounded for barking at dogs outside of the bar:
..and I couldn’t play pool because I had to keep a close eye on these Mutha Fudruckers. So I took this picture:
Then it was time to go:
I got home and had pasta with meat sauce and dripped pasta sauce all over my shirt. I am a messy eater.
Barf. Today sucks. It started off rough because I had way too much fun at Tina’s house last night, drinking margaritas, eating delicious turkey meatballs, and losing at Scrabble. So I was already planning on hating this morning. When the alarm went off it was still way dark, and Ernie was hogging all the blankets. The lightbulb in my room has been burnt out for a couple days now, but it’s too high for me to reach (even on a chair!) and the BF has ignored several requests to bring his ladder over, so my room dark.
By some happy accident I managed to find some stain- and wrinkle-free work-appropriate clothes and a whole pair of underwear. My morning’s looking up! I thought. So what if I almost barfed in the shower? Onward and upward! I poured myself some Cranberry Splash Sierra Mist and headed out the door. Hey, the car started! Sweet!
But then shit headed downhill. I sat at just about every stop light between my house and work. I really had to blow my nose and couldn’t find a tissue. I forgot to put my check card back in my wallet so no delicious Sausage McMuffin for me. Oh, it gets worse.
You know that funky liquid that collects in your cup holder if you don’t clean it out like, ever? Well, I dripped some of that on my pants as I was getting out of the car. That shit stinks. Literally. It smells bad. And now it’s on me. I tried to scrub it out in the bathroom, but I just spread the stain around. I’m still smelling the smell now. Yuck. A co-worker brought doughnuts in, and everyone ate the good ones while I was trying to scrub the funk out of my pants. The only two left were a jelly-filled (barf) and a half of a dry non-glazed cake one. Who eats half a doughnut and leaves it in the box?
It doesn’t matter anyway; the funk from my pants is turning my stomach.
*Note: I know my day could be much worse. I have a job, a home, friends, family, and awesome pets. But still; a girl’s allowed to complain once in a while, right?
Ernie and mailman are not friends. Yesterday, just as I was walking out of the door to take Ernie for a walk, the mailman was walking up the steps. Ernie started barking. Not his “Hey, I’m way excited to see you” bark, either. He busted out his “Holy smokes some shit’s about to go down” bark. I pulled him back inside while my bills and SuperSaver flyer were delivered. I don’t want to piss the mailman off even more. He’s already screwing with my Netflix. I’ll never get to watch the third “The Future is Wild
” disc if I get on his badside.
Dexter is in South Carolina this week with his mom, who is on a break from her job as a stewardess on a yacht named Wanderbird. I know he’s having a blast, but the house is a little empty without him. The days are longer for Ernie, since he has to spend the work day at home alone, drinking rum and barking at the mailman. Hemo prefers to spend the day sunbathing on the porch.
My bad. Just don’t get run over.
On the upside, he’s got more free time for finding and eating underwear.
To give myself a little Dex fix, and to prove that Ernie is not the sole target of my abuse, here are some pictures of Dex (who views the camera as a torture device) with his moose.
Hahaha, there is a moose on my back!
I grow weary of this game.
Um, he fell off. Not my fault.
You have compromised my dignity. Now give me a treat.
P.S. Please excuse the filthy floors. I do mop quite a bit, but when we get rain for a couple days in a row, the floors suffer.
Ernie and Dex got baths this Friday. I know…it’s about as much fun as it sounds. First we had fun time, aka Naked Dust Wrestlemania 2008:
‘Ah! You’re biting my neck!’
‘Ah! You’re biting my neck!’
‘Ah! You’re biting my side!’
Ernie got a nice warm bath in the bathtub:
But I had to chase Dex around the backyard with a cookie before he would submit to a cold-water hose-down:
Could you use a new camera and Photoshop software? I know I could. Maybe I could graduate from Paint and Microsoft Publisher. See Stoogepie for The Rules.