Foul-Mouthed Tart

Let's see, what's happened so far this morning?

*  A flatulent dog.  Harry's diet has not changed but GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY.  He literally almost gassed us out of bed the other night.

*  lord_pendulous's infamous "Hot 17 Seconds of Pleasure" or as I call it, "Honey, get your pants off, I don't wanna miss the bus!!!"  Lest he read this and think that I am slandering his manhood, I am most certainly not; I am merely noting my amusement.  I even counted down for him!

*  Either Monty or Damien peed on the couch.  Again.  But they were FOILED by the pee pads I skillfully covered the couch with.   HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!  ragingpixie knows my pain.  The plastic backing is my friend.

*  I don't have to be at work until 9:30, and I would very much enjoy taking a nap, but it's not going to happen.  I woke up about five times last night and actually got up twice.  Oh, fibromyalgia, how I love you.  I got up at 5:50 the last time and went out on the couch and laid there.  I must have dozed, because the next thing I knew, Jared was shaking me saying, "What are you doing out here?"   I wonder what it looked like I was doing. 

*  On one of his LUSH adventures, he brought back a sample of Flying Fox bodywash.  I loved the smell in the bottle, but on me, not so much.  My body chemistry says DO NOT WANT.  Anyway, he comes out of the shower yesterday and I sniffed him and realized he smelled really, really good.  LUSH good, in fact.  :->  He used it again this morning.  You might want to take note, pinball351.  :->

On another note, foreboding is still in full force.  I'm trying not to think about it, but that's not working out so well.  :-|

My digital camera is broken, which is a SHAME, because I would love to have photographic evidence of what is going on in my bedroom right now.

My boyfriend is sprawled face down on his side of the bed, with one foot hanging off the bed.  His left arm is holding a blonde very gently against his chest.

The mystery blonde?

MY DOG.

My dog, who is snoring happily with his head on my pillow, on my side of the bed.

6'2" of Jared + 100 lbs of Harry = no room for Lex.

I don't even mind, because they are OMGSOCUTE.

::squeals::

I have a head cold, thanks to lord_pendulous.

He also informed me that I am hovering in the nebulous age range between "Kitten" and "Cougar".

All this *after* I took time out of my exam-taking on Saturday and brought Harry Potter AND McDonalds to his sick butt.  I mean, literally.  He was on the couch and I handed the book and the food to him.  It was like the ultimate delivery service.

Even at 5 o'clock at night, people at Barnes & Noble were still all OMG HARRY POTTER SQUEEEEE!!!!!

Having never actually read a Harry Potter book, I couldn't really get behind them, but I smiled and nodded as everyone chatted at me about characters who are wholly unfamiliar to me.

We should have spent Saturday at synnoveaevael's birthday party, but he was diseased and I was in the middle of a four day, 25 page open book final for my business course, so we stayed home like the losers we are.

My final has been completed, he feels much better, and I'm sniffling all over the place.

That sound about right.  :->

On Monday night around 11, I walked outside to let Harry pee. When I got into the middle of the driveway, Sara jumped out from behind a car with a HOSE in her hand and started to spray me, screeching, "I will wash the sin off of you!!!" like a madwoman.

I was SOAKED. Dripping wet, in the middle of the night, in my own backyard with Harry running around me in circles and Sara cackling like a lunatic.

I marched back upstairs, woke Jared up, and he was like, "Why are you all wet?"

After I told him, his eyes got real big and he said, "The hose doesn't reach up the back stairs, does it?"

My family is populated by lunatics.