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look at me, being a bad dog mom.... busying myself trying to google people who got rejected to the craft fairs i was accepted to. i wish i could deny that, but it's true.
meanwhile i am kinda sorta thinking i should wake the little dood up seeing as it's 10:30 and too early for him to sleep through the night. he was a little lethargic when i got home. i hope he just wore himself out with the destruction of his indoor toilet and then had a restless sleep in anticipation of being an orphan. i am crossing my fingers he's not suffering some evil form of indigestion from accidentally (or probably purposefully, in his case) eating tape. he's clearly not experiencing a total negative reaction from his accomplishments as he very specifically interrupted chasing a rope toy in order to rip off a huge piece of remaining newspaper and run it over to me.
his legs have gotten longer. with that comes newly discovered strength resulting in untimely lunges from our laps which, knock on wood, have all been caught and not resulted in head injuries from unintended coffee table contact. today he was invited into our bed and almost exploded with excitement at the Best! Room! Ever!
we survived the filming, but just barely. our friend angie was kind enough to give us free reign of her space. we (gordy and i) successfully took a field trip with ted to soho and didn't die of heat exhaustion. ted discovered the preppy glory of uniqlo, meanwhile. who knew?
tomorrow a gnarly email will be sent to all the miserable phonies that comprise the RESCUE ME crew. or at least the ones we have direct contact with. and who knows what will happen. this might be the end of our brush with hollywood.
this week i have to promise myself to get to work on all the crap i always promise myself i will do. truth be told, i am way more productive these days with my stuff than i have been in YEARS. years, people! so shove it. in spite of the majority of this livejournal's content as of late, there are in fact other things in life besides my new french dog son. who farts and burps constantly, by the way.
guilty as charged, unspeakable damages:
meanwhile i am kinda sorta thinking i should wake the little dood up seeing as it's 10:30 and too early for him to sleep through the night. he was a little lethargic when i got home. i hope he just wore himself out with the destruction of his indoor toilet and then had a restless sleep in anticipation of being an orphan. i am crossing my fingers he's not suffering some evil form of indigestion from accidentally (or probably purposefully, in his case) eating tape. he's clearly not experiencing a total negative reaction from his accomplishments as he very specifically interrupted chasing a rope toy in order to rip off a huge piece of remaining newspaper and run it over to me.
his legs have gotten longer. with that comes newly discovered strength resulting in untimely lunges from our laps which, knock on wood, have all been caught and not resulted in head injuries from unintended coffee table contact. today he was invited into our bed and almost exploded with excitement at the Best! Room! Ever!
we survived the filming, but just barely. our friend angie was kind enough to give us free reign of her space. we (gordy and i) successfully took a field trip with ted to soho and didn't die of heat exhaustion. ted discovered the preppy glory of uniqlo, meanwhile. who knew?
tomorrow a gnarly email will be sent to all the miserable phonies that comprise the RESCUE ME crew. or at least the ones we have direct contact with. and who knows what will happen. this might be the end of our brush with hollywood.
this week i have to promise myself to get to work on all the crap i always promise myself i will do. truth be told, i am way more productive these days with my stuff than i have been in YEARS. years, people! so shove it. in spite of the majority of this livejournal's content as of late, there are in fact other things in life besides my new french dog son. who farts and burps constantly, by the way.
guilty as charged, unspeakable damages: