poopy puppy, hurray!

I'm getting a puppy! I feel like a 5 year old, I'm so excited. James and I drove to Remlap, AL tonight to choose our new nanimal. It was nearly impossible to choose because they were all so gosh-darn cute. There were puddles of puppies everywhere. I mean, how does anyone say no when there's the sweet pungency of puppy breath in the air? We have to wait at least 2 1/2 weeks until he's ready to part from his mama. I can't wait! Hard as it was, we made our choice. Here's our Bongo:

bling it on

Man, am I exhausted. My new job is a little stressful, and I'm feelin the wear. (in the form of a partially-formed ulcer burning in my gut.) It's not that I dislike the work, it's just that I'm not accustomed to feeling this sort of "do or die" stress in my day to day life. I'm not sure I like it. But one thing is certain: I need the job. And it's a new form of work for me, sales. It's low pressure for the customer, but the whole idea that my paycheck depends on my success/luck is gonna take a little getting used to.
James and I "pimped our chalices" last night. Or, we "pimped our chali-cees" as was decided it should be pronounced properly. It was a lot of fun. I still have super glue under my fingernails, and James has some minor burns from the so-called "low temp" glue gun.
James' chalice didn't make it through the night, unfortunately, given it had already cracked at the base and had been re-glued, and I believe after a few beers graced its gilded form, and jewels began to kamikaze their way to the ground, he flung it across the deck. Oh well, you can't save them all. My chalice, however was bling-a-rific, and super-sweet. Who knew how much fun pimping cups could be? Now we have to come up with some other crafty things to bling. I have so far suggested to Buffy that perhaps we could pimp MY ASS. It's just so plain-- I mean, it's sexy as hell, but it really could use a little sumpin'. Maybe next Wednesday.

happy happy joy joy

Ok, after my last posting, I decided I should leave you guys a little something more upbeat. I"M GETTING A NEW PUPPY! In 3 weeks, to be exact. And we shall call him Bongo. He's only 3 weeks old, and Juicy is so excited to have a friend. He's brindle black white and grey. I'm so excited. I shall post pictures as soon as I get them. Yea!

I fell into a fucking manhole.

Seriously.

Monday morning, 9:14 am.

I leave for work as usual. As I pull out of the driveway I see a kitty in the middle of the road that has been hit by a car. It looks like my cat. My heart stops. I pull up a few feet and see it is not my cat, but my neighbors cat that looks almost identical. I breathe a guilty sigh of relief. So far, the damage to the cat isn't too bad. However, since he is lying in the center of our very busy street, I decide the least I can do is move him off the street. The neighbor diagonal just moved in three days ago. There are boxes, blankets, carpet, etc., waiting to be picked up by the garbage truck near the street. I put the car in park and put on my hazard lights. I get out of the car, go grab a discarded blanket and scoop up the poor kitty. I walk approximately seven feet to the neighbor's yard, just past the rain gutter, and turn to face the road before setting the kitty down. What I do not realize is that my left foot is resting on a manhole cover. That is, until the manhole cover flips, and my entire right leg sinks into the manhole up to my thigh-- WITH A DEAD CAT IN MY ARMS. I mean, seriously. People are driving by and I look like a clumsy psycho-killer sprawled out on the ground clutching a dead and bloody cat. What a great way to start the day. What are the odds?? Seriously. I'd like to see some statistics.