the weekend, unpaused.
I'm not one for weekend updates. I put them on par with the whole "+/- lists", of which I am also not a fan. However, I'm also a lazy hypocrite.
Let's start with Thursday night.
Thursday was my father's birthday, and all he wanted was to have us over for dinner. Both of us being the type that would do pretty much anything for a free dinner, Micah and I obliged my aging father and headed over to the eastside for the evening.
As I've mentioned before, my brother is volatile, at best. However, he seemed to be in good spirits, going so far as to offer to repair my very broken car over the weekend.
So, things were going fairly well for an hour or so, which may or may not be a record.
My brother left the room and I noticed a brown stain on the chair in which he had been sitting. Being the five-year old that I am, I started making a big deal out of the fact that it looked like someone had pooped on the chair. I appreciate poop humor quite a bit, and I
assume that most others do as well. I knew that my brother had not really pooped on the chair, so I saw no issue with making such high-brow jokes. My brother did not see it the same way. He told me to "shut the fuck up," and then he refused to talk to me for the rest of the night.
Siblings.
Friday after work.
I worked for a few hours on Friday, and then I met my mother so she could buy me new (smaller) clothes for work. Because my brother did not rescind on his offer to fix my car, I dropped it off at the house and have been carless ever since.
Micah picked me up at the house, and we came home and watched Firefly in anticipation of seeing Serenity at the Loft on Saturday during the Joss Whedon Nerdfest.
Saturday.
Woke up late. Fought with Micah over nothing and everything, which basically boiled down to the fact that I am overwhelmed by life. Found peace. Watched more Firefly.
Generally, we let the puppy out for about 20 minutes at a time when he needs to do his business, or just when he needs to run around. We have a somewhat sturdy fence around the yard, so we've always felt pretty safe. However, if the gate isn't closed, it doesn't matter how safe you may feel.
The puppy ran away.
We spent an hour and a half running/walking through the neighborhood yelling out his name. I met some of our very creepy neighbors, but no one had seen our puppy.
Just as we were about to break down, I received a call that went something like this:
STRANGER: Laura?
me: Yes?
S: I have your dog, Siegfried.
me: You have my dog? Where are you?
S: About a block north of where you live. XXXX Hedrick.
me: We'll be right there.
It just so happened that we had JUST passed the house, so we were holding Siggy within a few minutes.
Here's how it happened:
Siggy just walked into someone else's house. Luckily we have him registered with Petfinder, and when our new savior called the number on Siggy's tag, he was given my name, address, and phone number. We gave him $40 for his troubles.
After we calmed down, we headed over to the Loft for Joss Whedon Nerdfest. We found out that Serenity had sold out, so we just got our tickets for the Buffy sing-a-long and met James for dinner/drinks. The Loft was so full of nerds that even I felt cool.
Sunday.
I had to run some errands for work, then we went swimming. We learned that the dog does not like swimming.
Monday.
The dog has diarrhea.
Let's start with Thursday night.
Thursday was my father's birthday, and all he wanted was to have us over for dinner. Both of us being the type that would do pretty much anything for a free dinner, Micah and I obliged my aging father and headed over to the eastside for the evening.
As I've mentioned before, my brother is volatile, at best. However, he seemed to be in good spirits, going so far as to offer to repair my very broken car over the weekend.
So, things were going fairly well for an hour or so, which may or may not be a record.
My brother left the room and I noticed a brown stain on the chair in which he had been sitting. Being the five-year old that I am, I started making a big deal out of the fact that it looked like someone had pooped on the chair. I appreciate poop humor quite a bit, and I
assume that most others do as well. I knew that my brother had not really pooped on the chair, so I saw no issue with making such high-brow jokes. My brother did not see it the same way. He told me to "shut the fuck up," and then he refused to talk to me for the rest of the night.
Siblings.
Friday after work.
I worked for a few hours on Friday, and then I met my mother so she could buy me new (smaller) clothes for work. Because my brother did not rescind on his offer to fix my car, I dropped it off at the house and have been carless ever since.
Micah picked me up at the house, and we came home and watched Firefly in anticipation of seeing Serenity at the Loft on Saturday during the Joss Whedon Nerdfest.
Saturday.
Woke up late. Fought with Micah over nothing and everything, which basically boiled down to the fact that I am overwhelmed by life. Found peace. Watched more Firefly.
Generally, we let the puppy out for about 20 minutes at a time when he needs to do his business, or just when he needs to run around. We have a somewhat sturdy fence around the yard, so we've always felt pretty safe. However, if the gate isn't closed, it doesn't matter how safe you may feel.
The puppy ran away.
We spent an hour and a half running/walking through the neighborhood yelling out his name. I met some of our very creepy neighbors, but no one had seen our puppy.
Just as we were about to break down, I received a call that went something like this:
STRANGER: Laura?
me: Yes?
S: I have your dog, Siegfried.
me: You have my dog? Where are you?
S: About a block north of where you live. XXXX Hedrick.
me: We'll be right there.
It just so happened that we had JUST passed the house, so we were holding Siggy within a few minutes.
Here's how it happened:
Siggy just walked into someone else's house. Luckily we have him registered with Petfinder, and when our new savior called the number on Siggy's tag, he was given my name, address, and phone number. We gave him $40 for his troubles.
After we calmed down, we headed over to the Loft for Joss Whedon Nerdfest. We found out that Serenity had sold out, so we just got our tickets for the Buffy sing-a-long and met James for dinner/drinks. The Loft was so full of nerds that even I felt cool.
Sunday.
I had to run some errands for work, then we went swimming. We learned that the dog does not like swimming.
Monday.
The dog has diarrhea.