CLEANING WEEKEND.
For some reason, I was just on a roll this weekend.
Dropped off the dog at the groomer's around noon, then took the car to the car wash and had it cleaned, inside and out . . . after all, I don't want to put a clean dog in a dirty car, do I? That's like changing your sheets and going to bed without taking a shower. EWWWWWWW.
The car wash was crowded, so I spent more time there than I anticipated, and instead of going home, I made a couple of stops at stores and then treated myself to a late lunch at Longhorn Steakhouse. I was frustrated that I couldn't order a rare burger, but at least I had my Kindle with me and enjoyed some fanfic while I ate. By the time I finished dessert, it was late enough that I figured Stoli should be done soon, and I wandered back over to Petsmart to pick up dog food and other necessities before I went back to grooming to get my crazy furball.
I had Stoli shaved again, so she looks all bald and funny! But she's obviously much cooler in this hot weather, and she hasn't had a single skin infection all summer. I'd rather pay my groomer than my vet, so it's a big fat win all around. I let her pick out a bone longer than my forearm, and then we lined up in checkout, where one of the hottest guys I've ever laid eyes on started cooing over her and asking me questions about her.
I was so busy being starry-eyed, it took me fifteen minutes to figure out he was gay. I'm usually a lot faster on the uptake than that. Still, it was a lovely view, with the tantalizing hints of tattoos peeking out beneath his t-shirt sleeves, and a very nice conversation. Of course, I'm always disposed to like anyone who admires my dog. The tattoos, though, are a recently developed kink: I blame my supervisor and her fixation on Steve McGarrett from the Hawaii Five-O reboot . . . though the Danny Williams character is more my type.
Dropped off the dog at the groomer's around noon, then took the car to the car wash and had it cleaned, inside and out . . . after all, I don't want to put a clean dog in a dirty car, do I? That's like changing your sheets and going to bed without taking a shower. EWWWWWWW.
The car wash was crowded, so I spent more time there than I anticipated, and instead of going home, I made a couple of stops at stores and then treated myself to a late lunch at Longhorn Steakhouse. I was frustrated that I couldn't order a rare burger, but at least I had my Kindle with me and enjoyed some fanfic while I ate. By the time I finished dessert, it was late enough that I figured Stoli should be done soon, and I wandered back over to Petsmart to pick up dog food and other necessities before I went back to grooming to get my crazy furball.
I had Stoli shaved again, so she looks all bald and funny! But she's obviously much cooler in this hot weather, and she hasn't had a single skin infection all summer. I'd rather pay my groomer than my vet, so it's a big fat win all around. I let her pick out a bone longer than my forearm, and then we lined up in checkout, where one of the hottest guys I've ever laid eyes on started cooing over her and asking me questions about her.
I was so busy being starry-eyed, it took me fifteen minutes to figure out he was gay. I'm usually a lot faster on the uptake than that. Still, it was a lovely view, with the tantalizing hints of tattoos peeking out beneath his t-shirt sleeves, and a very nice conversation. Of course, I'm always disposed to like anyone who admires my dog. The tattoos, though, are a recently developed kink: I blame my supervisor and her fixation on Steve McGarrett from the Hawaii Five-O reboot . . . though the Danny Williams character is more my type.