So, Cristie may just be coming back home because Minnesota sucks and stuff, but is lacking in the fundage. If you are so inclined (and I will be once I get some fundage my own way) to donate some pennies or quarters or dollars to the "Bring Cristie Home Fund!", please click
HERE to find out more information :)
Not much else has been going on since I got home from housesitting. I'm still waiting on a phone call from Lover's Lane with a YAY or NAY. If I don't get a call tomorrow I'll call on Sunday.
Josie has problems. Bladder problems. She, um, leaks pee. Either she's very lazy or they did something to her bladder when they spayed her. Or both. When we take the dogs to the vet we'll find out if there's an issue. Plus, Moose will be getting his little buddies chopped off. Then maybe he won't GROWL at me when I try to move him to get my blanket so I don't freeze at night.
I watched Le Divorce on HBO today and I was thuroughly enjoying it until it got very predictable during the last 30 minutes. However, it did make me want to go to Paris and make out with an adorable french boy with goofy hair and get an older French gentleman to buy me a fabulous Kelly bag from Hermes.