We got a really big loan today. Not "buy a house" big, but "pay for the lawyer and pay off three credit cards and get your credit shit back in order before you really fuck it up" big. It is both scary and releaving. I'm not sure it saves us any money, aside from a considerably lower interest rate, but it's one payment instead of a whole bunch of little ones. So good.
In case you hadn't heard, David Duchovny is single and I'm locking him in my secret lover barracks. (Ferret, you are expressly forbidden to visit the West Wing of the Castle. Understood?)
I think Finn has finally decided to grow. For the past 2 years, it has been a fight to get him to eat. For the past month, really since Will came back from Kansas, he eats all his food, twice a day, every day. *knocks on wood*. While it's now costing me a fortune in food bills... (On average, each dog appears to be eating 16+ lbs a week. Which really means that the Mastiffs are eating a fuckload of food right now). At least he's finally filling in. If I can get him to keep this up between here and Premier next June, I could make him the #1 Mastiff of 2008. If that happens, .... Well. I don't know what I'll do if that happens. Gloat viciously in Jen's face about how Finn kicked Chaos's ass.
Taking Roger Workman to the vet tomorrow for his weigh in. He's now wearing a 22 inch collar. Any guesses on his weight?
Dot appears to not be pregnant, which is both a relief and a disappointment. It's okay. I'd rather breed her in the spring to Finn anyways.
Miss Molly Moo is due for her shots and a weigh in. I'm kinda afraid, scratch that, REALLY afraid to see what she weighs. She wears a 30" collar. Yeah. My dogs are fucking big.
Going to see The Dark Knight again tonight. Will's BFF is home from Iraq for the rest of the month, and well, being in Iraq, you don't really get to see many movies in theaters. While Alex and I are not the best of friends, I can tolerate him whilest I drool over nearly 3 hours of Oh-so-muthafuckin-sexy Christian Bale. Yes. He's locked in the Secret Lover's Barracks too.
I have peppermint icecream. Yum.
Okay. I'm going to be a big girl and go start the baby blanket for my girlfriend's spawn. Wish me luck.
In case you hadn't heard, David Duchovny is single and I'm locking him in my secret lover barracks. (Ferret, you are expressly forbidden to visit the West Wing of the Castle. Understood?)
I think Finn has finally decided to grow. For the past 2 years, it has been a fight to get him to eat. For the past month, really since Will came back from Kansas, he eats all his food, twice a day, every day. *knocks on wood*. While it's now costing me a fortune in food bills... (On average, each dog appears to be eating 16+ lbs a week. Which really means that the Mastiffs are eating a fuckload of food right now). At least he's finally filling in. If I can get him to keep this up between here and Premier next June, I could make him the #1 Mastiff of 2008. If that happens, .... Well. I don't know what I'll do if that happens. Gloat viciously in Jen's face about how Finn kicked Chaos's ass.
Taking Roger Workman to the vet tomorrow for his weigh in. He's now wearing a 22 inch collar. Any guesses on his weight?
Dot appears to not be pregnant, which is both a relief and a disappointment. It's okay. I'd rather breed her in the spring to Finn anyways.
Miss Molly Moo is due for her shots and a weigh in. I'm kinda afraid, scratch that, REALLY afraid to see what she weighs. She wears a 30" collar. Yeah. My dogs are fucking big.
Going to see The Dark Knight again tonight. Will's BFF is home from Iraq for the rest of the month, and well, being in Iraq, you don't really get to see many movies in theaters. While Alex and I are not the best of friends, I can tolerate him whilest I drool over nearly 3 hours of Oh-so-muthafuckin-sexy Christian Bale. Yes. He's locked in the Secret Lover's Barracks too.
I have peppermint icecream. Yum.
Okay. I'm going to be a big girl and go start the baby blanket for my girlfriend's spawn. Wish me luck.
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While you're at the movies, think of getting me some pop corn or something, will you please? I want to train the ratbats. Oh and Roger's rocket supply is running low.