Wed Night Movie with the Girls
Just saw Red Eye. It's goooood. Go see it.
I should be doing French homework right now. Instead I'm listing to my new roommate sob through the paper-thin walls. Why you ask? It's a long story but if you've got the time...
Nick moved out and Maureen and I moved back into the house about the same time. If you don't know who Nick is go back a couple pages. Maureen is from a small town in the White Mountains and is a friend of Megan's. She and I are still getting used to each other. Maureen also brought her furry friend, May with her: A spunky black and white border collie with what I'm calling a "personal vendetta against all mini-blinds everywhere." But no, this is not the reason Maureen is crying.
Tonight the three of us went to see the above-mentioned movie, which by the way bears repeating that you should definitely go see it. We got home and let May out of Maureen's room where she stays when we're not at home. Maureen is somewhat reluctant to accept that May needs to be kept in a confined space or "kenneled" while we're not at home so she can't cause any more damage. Today after a trip to Target, the three of us stopped at Home Depot because Megan wanted to get hook locks for the bedroom doors. Maureen didn't seem to understand why and seemed to insist that her flimsy door handle, despite its disappointing performance in the last few days, is enough to keep her contained.
So far all the mini-blinds in the common areas of the house have been destroyed, including the brand new ones in the family room. When we found the house that way, there was also quite a bit of pepper spilled on the floor too. I started to sweep, while Maureen went more in depth on why she had such a bad day. Meanwhile I had 15 minutes to make and eat my lunch before leaving for class. When she had the nerve to show me where I had missed a spot, I politely shoved the broom her way and told her to take over. And in a not-very-nice Katie tone too I might add. A casual "sorry about the blinds" was said to Megan. I know Megan was upset about it so I sent her an email telling her how I felt about everything (because in a house with thin 1940's walls, it's hard to find privacy) and I think it made her feel better to know we're on the same page. I think this also prompted the extra hook latches for our doors to keep May in Maureen's room and out of ours'.
Today Maureen came home to find that May had chewed through a very expensive pen and seemed to be even more upset about that than the mini-blinds. Tonight when we got home from the movie, we found May, covered in foundation as she had gotten into all of Maureen's makeup and completely ruined her new sheets and comforter. And that is why she is sobbing. I hope she figures out that keeping May in there isn't going to work.
It's not that I'm annoyed at the damage. Well ok I am. But it would be easier to get over if she was willing to understand that other people live here too. People who don't want their stuff wrecked and wish other people could take responsibility for their pets. Amen.
I should be doing French homework right now. Instead I'm listing to my new roommate sob through the paper-thin walls. Why you ask? It's a long story but if you've got the time...
Nick moved out and Maureen and I moved back into the house about the same time. If you don't know who Nick is go back a couple pages. Maureen is from a small town in the White Mountains and is a friend of Megan's. She and I are still getting used to each other. Maureen also brought her furry friend, May with her: A spunky black and white border collie with what I'm calling a "personal vendetta against all mini-blinds everywhere." But no, this is not the reason Maureen is crying.
Tonight the three of us went to see the above-mentioned movie, which by the way bears repeating that you should definitely go see it. We got home and let May out of Maureen's room where she stays when we're not at home. Maureen is somewhat reluctant to accept that May needs to be kept in a confined space or "kenneled" while we're not at home so she can't cause any more damage. Today after a trip to Target, the three of us stopped at Home Depot because Megan wanted to get hook locks for the bedroom doors. Maureen didn't seem to understand why and seemed to insist that her flimsy door handle, despite its disappointing performance in the last few days, is enough to keep her contained.
So far all the mini-blinds in the common areas of the house have been destroyed, including the brand new ones in the family room. When we found the house that way, there was also quite a bit of pepper spilled on the floor too. I started to sweep, while Maureen went more in depth on why she had such a bad day. Meanwhile I had 15 minutes to make and eat my lunch before leaving for class. When she had the nerve to show me where I had missed a spot, I politely shoved the broom her way and told her to take over. And in a not-very-nice Katie tone too I might add. A casual "sorry about the blinds" was said to Megan. I know Megan was upset about it so I sent her an email telling her how I felt about everything (because in a house with thin 1940's walls, it's hard to find privacy) and I think it made her feel better to know we're on the same page. I think this also prompted the extra hook latches for our doors to keep May in Maureen's room and out of ours'.
Today Maureen came home to find that May had chewed through a very expensive pen and seemed to be even more upset about that than the mini-blinds. Tonight when we got home from the movie, we found May, covered in foundation as she had gotten into all of Maureen's makeup and completely ruined her new sheets and comforter. And that is why she is sobbing. I hope she figures out that keeping May in there isn't going to work.
It's not that I'm annoyed at the damage. Well ok I am. But it would be easier to get over if she was willing to understand that other people live here too. People who don't want their stuff wrecked and wish other people could take responsibility for their pets. Amen.