Sunday, May 28, 2017
Famous Last Words
Oh my God, having a puppy has been so much work. Mainly for people who aren't me, but still. She gets up around 6 and whines until she gets taken out. After that, she needs to go out about every three hours, but she still feels free to poop on the carpet in between times. And the biting, oh, the constant biting. Her teeth are like tiny needles and biting people and things is her favorite form of play. She already took a chunk out of my downstairs carpet, and she's made several attempts on our ottoman, whose size may be its only real defense. Not to mention my arms. I've got little pricks up and down them that make me look like an intravenous drug user. So yeah, that's all going real well.
She is adorable, though. Primarily when she's sleeping. There are some other mellow times, though, when she's full of snuggles and kisses. And she's so teeny! My theory is that God makes babies and puppies cute so you don't just outright strangle them.
Oh my God, having a puppy has been so much work. Mainly for people who aren't me, but still. She gets up around 6 and whines until she gets taken out. After that, she needs to go out about every three hours, but she still feels free to poop on the carpet in between times. And the biting, oh, the constant biting. Her teeth are like tiny needles and biting people and things is her favorite form of play. She already took a chunk out of my downstairs carpet, and she's made several attempts on our ottoman, whose size may be its only real defense. Not to mention my arms. I've got little pricks up and down them that make me look like an intravenous drug user. So yeah, that's all going real well.
She is adorable, though. Primarily when she's sleeping. There are some other mellow times, though, when she's full of snuggles and kisses. And she's so teeny! My theory is that God makes babies and puppies cute so you don't just outright strangle them.
Saturday, May 20, 2017
Summer Program
Aubrey has a new summer intern. My mom got a new puppy this morning from our friends at Midwest Beagle Rescue (that's just an expression -- we don't actually hang out with these people) and she is settling in at our place for the summer. I know that Aubrey is looking forward to delegating some of her less complex tasks, like napping and licking her own butt, and perhaps she'll even branch out into some challenge projects, like eating unfortunate amounts of currency. Either way, we're of course looking to make this experience as much like the real work of being a beagle as possible.
We were a little bit concerned because people keep telling us how puppies are "so much work," but she's pretty much slept since she got here. There was a brief window where she was wandering around and biting at her feet, but other than that it's been straight Zzzzs. Of course, I'm not pretending this will last forever; we have stocked up on chew toys and more piddle pads than are necessary for just your average weekend. I would not call it work, though, as so far no one has offered to pay me for it.
Aubrey has a new summer intern. My mom got a new puppy this morning from our friends at Midwest Beagle Rescue (that's just an expression -- we don't actually hang out with these people) and she is settling in at our place for the summer. I know that Aubrey is looking forward to delegating some of her less complex tasks, like napping and licking her own butt, and perhaps she'll even branch out into some challenge projects, like eating unfortunate amounts of currency. Either way, we're of course looking to make this experience as much like the real work of being a beagle as possible.
We were a little bit concerned because people keep telling us how puppies are "so much work," but she's pretty much slept since she got here. There was a brief window where she was wandering around and biting at her feet, but other than that it's been straight Zzzzs. Of course, I'm not pretending this will last forever; we have stocked up on chew toys and more piddle pads than are necessary for just your average weekend. I would not call it work, though, as so far no one has offered to pay me for it.
Sunday, May 14, 2017
Picture Perfect
Let me be honest: I couldn't really think of anything to write about today, so I decided just to post a bunch of random photos from my hard drive and call it a day.
This was the Fourth of July at my friend Hillary's house, where you can see hundreds of illegal fireworks displays in every direction. I love America so much it hurts sometimes.
This was a party with people from my amateur theatrical for lawyers. I included it mainly because I like that sweater.
This was Liz's baby shower! Spoiler alert: she had the baby. Also I spilled pesto on that shirt and there's a small oil stain on it that still drives me crazy even though no one else knows it's there.
Here we were in a wedding photo booth. With a child, for some reason. I feel like we look super great, though.
Saturday, May 06, 2017
On the Town
For the second weekend in a row, Ian and I went to dinner just the two of us, got lightly drunk, and blew off other plans to come home and watch Vanderpump Rules on Hulu. Last week, at least we had the excuse of the weather being miserable. This week, it was Ian's birthday, and he decided that the best give I could give him would be for us to skip the play we were supposed to go to and get into our pajamas instead. To be fair, we've ended up wishing that we'd walked out the last two times we went to the theater, and I couldn't even tell you what this play was going to be about. Coming to terms with something, I would guess. Or the American Dream.
There were actually very few if any regrets involved, to be honest with you. Dinner was at Little Goat Diner, and therefore quite delicious and filling, and I did have no fewer than four drinks involving two different kinds of liquor in about two hours. I mean, it was Cinco de Mayo, and I had to be culturally aware. And we're finally in season four of Vanderpump, which so far involves a third nose job and a surprising number of adults in a bounce house. Sometimes you just have to take time to smell the roses, you know what I mean? Or in this case, the combination of lavender and the faint odor of urine that I imagine Lisa Vanderpump smells like.
For the second weekend in a row, Ian and I went to dinner just the two of us, got lightly drunk, and blew off other plans to come home and watch Vanderpump Rules on Hulu. Last week, at least we had the excuse of the weather being miserable. This week, it was Ian's birthday, and he decided that the best give I could give him would be for us to skip the play we were supposed to go to and get into our pajamas instead. To be fair, we've ended up wishing that we'd walked out the last two times we went to the theater, and I couldn't even tell you what this play was going to be about. Coming to terms with something, I would guess. Or the American Dream.
There were actually very few if any regrets involved, to be honest with you. Dinner was at Little Goat Diner, and therefore quite delicious and filling, and I did have no fewer than four drinks involving two different kinds of liquor in about two hours. I mean, it was Cinco de Mayo, and I had to be culturally aware. And we're finally in season four of Vanderpump, which so far involves a third nose job and a surprising number of adults in a bounce house. Sometimes you just have to take time to smell the roses, you know what I mean? Or in this case, the combination of lavender and the faint odor of urine that I imagine Lisa Vanderpump smells like.
