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My grandmother's dogs are insane. I spent most of yesterday afternoon trying to knit socks, but kept being interrupted by Rusty, the world's most spastic pomeranian. Rusty has decided that my purpose in life is to throw balls, squeaky toys, whatever, for him.
(huh huh huh, I said balls. -sorry, had to-)
The Slav had long ago won the affections of Penny, the world's fattest chihuahua, and she knew him the moment we stepped inside. So he spent most of his day with her in his lap (or at his feet, begging for some fake doggy beef jerky*)
Both dogs' nails were ridiculously long, so we trimmed them. Not a small task, but not a masochistic one on our part, either.
*Don't get me started. Just don't.
Grandma gave us a Catholic Bible circa 1960. I don't know why.
We also came home with a grill --a Foreman-type knock-off. Don't know why, but she insisted we take it. I managed to "forget" to take the box of 5-year-old Avon perfume she tried to give me (does this make me a bad person?)
Also, midnightranter, she asked about you. I told her you were doing very well.
The jury is still out in regard to whether I'll staying with Grandma for a few days. I want to do it, but at the same time I am dreading it. It's hard to explain, really... her house is kind of suffocating (for instance, the television is turned on all. the. time.)
I shouldn't kvetch about this.
Here, have a look at these: 25 Best Gaming Tattoos Evar. Not entirely safe for work (bare asses here and there), but all the pics are thumbnails til you click 'em. EDIT: correction- ONE ass. Only one.
(huh huh huh, I said balls. -sorry, had to-)
The Slav had long ago won the affections of Penny, the world's fattest chihuahua, and she knew him the moment we stepped inside. So he spent most of his day with her in his lap (or at his feet, begging for some fake doggy beef jerky*)
Both dogs' nails were ridiculously long, so we trimmed them. Not a small task, but not a masochistic one on our part, either.
*Don't get me started. Just don't.
Grandma gave us a Catholic Bible circa 1960. I don't know why.
We also came home with a grill --a Foreman-type knock-off. Don't know why, but she insisted we take it. I managed to "forget" to take the box of 5-year-old Avon perfume she tried to give me (does this make me a bad person?)
Also, midnightranter, she asked about you. I told her you were doing very well.
The jury is still out in regard to whether I'll staying with Grandma for a few days. I want to do it, but at the same time I am dreading it. It's hard to explain, really... her house is kind of suffocating (for instance, the television is turned on all. the. time.)
I shouldn't kvetch about this.
Here, have a look at these: 25 Best Gaming Tattoos Evar. Not entirely safe for work (bare asses here and there), but all the pics are thumbnails til you click 'em. EDIT: correction- ONE ass. Only one.