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My mom put Hiedi to sleep on Thursday. She had a huge hematoma on her back, and the only options where to have surgery or cut it open and let it leech -but with that there was a possibility she could still bleed to death. She started crying, so I cried. It was sad, but the dog was old. And blind, and deaf, and arthritic in the hips. But a really good dog, too. She chased a kid down the street one time, and my mom had to tackle her in the yard. Really, though, a bittersweet end to a good dog life. :(
But my 4th of July was goooood. Recieved a text from C asking if my Thanksgiving went well the next morning. She wasn't even drunk at the time, either. Yeeahhh.... Went to a really fun party, though. This guy spent $1700 on fireworks (holy bananas, I don't have that in my bank account). But it was pretty amazing. Then a huge fight broke out between these girls, and when all the offenders left, a couple came back and tried to start a fight again. And tried to run a guy over in his own front yard. In reverse. Go them. Losers. I just sat on the back of a truck, with my sparkler, watching the whole scene.
Yesterday we went to the beach, but not until incredibly late (2:30). Still had fun, though. Saw some little, clear jellyfish. Saw the back of a bus explode with fire. We dug a whole, and buried a friend with wet sand. Then went to eat at a Mexican restraunt,, which turned out to be a bad idea. We were supposed to go out last night to Chruch Street, but the food made Luiz's stomach upset so we stayed in. Which greatly irritated me, because I had gotten all prettied up and even drove out of the way to borrow a dress from H. But I guess I was being pretty selfish, since he didn't go to sleep the night before until 5:30am. But he's making it up to me tonight with a night in and beer, and maybe Harry Potter. ;)
Yay for freedom.
But my 4th of July was goooood. Recieved a text from C asking if my Thanksgiving went well the next morning. She wasn't even drunk at the time, either. Yeeahhh.... Went to a really fun party, though. This guy spent $1700 on fireworks (holy bananas, I don't have that in my bank account). But it was pretty amazing. Then a huge fight broke out between these girls, and when all the offenders left, a couple came back and tried to start a fight again. And tried to run a guy over in his own front yard. In reverse. Go them. Losers. I just sat on the back of a truck, with my sparkler, watching the whole scene.
Yesterday we went to the beach, but not until incredibly late (2:30). Still had fun, though. Saw some little, clear jellyfish. Saw the back of a bus explode with fire. We dug a whole, and buried a friend with wet sand. Then went to eat at a Mexican restraunt,, which turned out to be a bad idea. We were supposed to go out last night to Chruch Street, but the food made Luiz's stomach upset so we stayed in. Which greatly irritated me, because I had gotten all prettied up and even drove out of the way to borrow a dress from H. But I guess I was being pretty selfish, since he didn't go to sleep the night before until 5:30am. But he's making it up to me tonight with a night in and beer, and maybe Harry Potter. ;)
Yay for freedom.