apache! jump on it! jump on it! jump on it!
i think that i'm getting a little too lazy for my own good. i have much respect for housewives, though; i have not been very successful in my turn as a seasonally-unemployed housewife. (my house looks like a demilitarized zone.)
on another note, my dog Wendell is an obedience school failure. he knows NO commands after something on the order of eight weeks of training. i haven't been consistently home and the viking hasn't been home at all to work with him. plus, he's a basset: the dumbest dogs on the face of the earth. my dog, the slacker. it's like poetic justice.
we picked out tuxedos for the wedding yesterday...and ascots. Klausse insisted that any wedding of HIS was going to have ascots, at least for him. after we took out the pearl tie tack, he looked much less like some sort of weird baron. it's his party too, what can i say? i am going to hold out for the tuxedos WITH lapels, not the crazy collar-less Matrix one. it's just creepy.
on another note, my dog Wendell is an obedience school failure. he knows NO commands after something on the order of eight weeks of training. i haven't been consistently home and the viking hasn't been home at all to work with him. plus, he's a basset: the dumbest dogs on the face of the earth. my dog, the slacker. it's like poetic justice.
we picked out tuxedos for the wedding yesterday...and ascots. Klausse insisted that any wedding of HIS was going to have ascots, at least for him. after we took out the pearl tie tack, he looked much less like some sort of weird baron. it's his party too, what can i say? i am going to hold out for the tuxedos WITH lapels, not the crazy collar-less Matrix one. it's just creepy.