Apparently Vermont wants to secede, and I find that hilarious. (Also, it kinda makes me want to move up there, lol.)

I adore this woman. No, really, I do. I want to be just like her in 15 years. She’s hilarious, unpretentious, a brilliant writer and a phenomenal photographer. Go see. Oh, and she cooks things that are really bad for you. 🙂

She cooks, too. Sadly, I don’t think the Chop would like any of it, lol, so I just look at the pictures and marvel at the colors. 🙂

I want one of these. And if I can’t have one, then I want one of these. Home away from home, anyone?

I love this site… particularly the recycled bags. So cute.

The Porkchop and I just got these. Working from the couch at home, our computers were getting way too hot. This thing is amazing.

I want this.

I want a kid so I can buy this lamp, lol. Oh, and these too. 🙂

Best thing about summer: Chop and I just made reservations for an apartment in Provincetown, on the tip of Cape Cod.

Plans for next weekend: double feature at the Drive-In on CC (Shrek 3 and Spiderman 3), frisbee with Reggie on the National Seashore, delicious food in P-town, shopping!, swimming and sunning.

Doodoodoo.. I finally get a vacation! Yay!

It’s 90 degrees right now.

That’s hot. It’s so hot the cats and the dog are completely mellow… lying about, as close to the A/C as possible… oddly similar to what the Chop and I are doing.

Also, playing Civilization 4, which will probably turn out to be the end of both of us, as we’re a touch addicted, lol.

Esquire magazine sent blank napkins to authors large and small and asked for a story.

Quite the study in writing fiction.

I almost wish my creative writing prof had made us do this.

I’ve been to 10 funerals.

I figured that out last week, as I went to King’s dad’s wake.

10. Three grandparents, three pseudo grandparents, a friend’s mom when we were in high school, someone who eventually would’ve been family… old age, heart attack, cancer, suicide. Myriad reasons that all lead to one conclusion.

10 seems like an awful lot to me, especially considering I’m not even out of my early twenties.

I don’t like funerals very much. I think perhaps I’ll not have one. I’d like to be cremated, so whoever’s in charge of mine, just cremate me and scatter me in the ocean. Then use the funeral money to take a vacation. Tahiti or someplace. 😀

Also, the Porkchop ditched me to go work in NYC for the day and Reggie and I are really bored. 🙁

Somebody, right now, is about to get married in Scotland. Sadly, I am not there. 🙁

Have a wonderful day wendykat! Congrats to you and English… I hope it’s lovely and sunny and warm over there. 🙂

I can’t wait to see pictures…

Sooo.. this week in a nutshell.

Packing = ugh.
Work = ugh.
Calling utility bastards companies = triple ugh.
Work = motherf**king ugh.

We get the keys Thursday, plan to move boxes and light stuff Friday and the movers come Saturday.

And so, the silence of the blog has continued.

My deepest apologies, truly.

I know, I know, I haven’t written in ages.. I do apologize.

See, that place with the Scrabble? Has Monopoly too. And Sorry. And Battleship.

In other words, I’ve been a tad preoccupied… and we’re moving in a week, I’ve gotten quite a bit of contract work lately and I spent most of the weekend drinking with friends, lol.

But, I came across this little gem this morning… and it’s hysterical and so EXACTLY how it is that I had to share.

I, apparently, am not the epitome of what a good dog owner should be.

So what if I want to put booties on him when he goes outside? It’s cold… and dirty!

So what if I think he will be BFF with my rascally little only-will-poop-on-linoleum cat?

So what that he isn’t allowed to sleep in my bed with me? I NEED MY SLEEP! The last thing I need is another hot body who kicks in his dreams.. 😛

I will be an awesome dog owner. Like my cats, he will somehow be averse to eating people food, won’t paw through the garbage or chew on my shoes, will follow me around like I’m the Pied Piper and join the cats on my lap when I’m cold.

And not because he’s told too.. simply because I have a weird way with animals.

The Porkchop, of course, will read this and sit there shaking his head violently from side to side. “This,” he shall think, “This is why those people won’t let us adopt that puppy. Somehow they know she is crazy.”

But that is not the case… instead, it’s for reasons truly confusing to us both.

1. We would keep him crated to long while we are at work [Um.. the Chop WORKS FROM HOME.. the dog would so rarely be crated for more than three hours I can’t even fathom it]

2. We aren’t moving for awhile and they want to get him out of the situation he’s in. [OK, seriously? We are moving in 17 days. And if it’s bad, then move him already. What kind of people are you?!]

3. The time just doesn’t seem right. [Yep, word for word, that’s what the person said.]

Also, so many people wanted to adopt this little guy that they are “reviewing all the applications” and “still haven’t decided on the adopters”… but of course, they’ve already decided we are unsuitable dog owners.

I feel very insulted.

For J’s birthday, I got tickets for five of us to go to a Red Sox game.

I am under strict instructions to, a) not bring my laptop, b) not bring a book, c) not bring my iPod and d) wear some sort of Red Sox paraphernalia.

They’re all mean to me.

But anyway, last night I had a dream that the guys couldn’t come, our driver got lost getting us there, I forgot the tickets, Dane Cook was doing street comedy and someone peed near him [actually, that part was hysterical], I tried to sell the extras and got taken to jail and J said it was the worst birthday ever.

I think I also have a hangover this morning.

I hate Mondays.