Saturday, September 16, 2006

It was inevitable...















There they are, the Wiener Twins. It was about time, really. I've had at least one dachshund for over ten years now, and the hot dog costumes were bound to happen eventually. And they are worth it. There you have it.

Update on Love and Other Catastrophes: Mr.Lovesmelovesmenot finally fades completely into the background, after a performance of asshole proportions, impressive even by his own previously-set asshole standards. I think I still hear the fire trucks, something about some bridges burning. Ah well. So, my tears are wiped, the drinks are drunk, and I'm moving on. I'm jumping right back onto that dating train, if only for a bit of distraction and a reminder that maybe there are decent guys out there, ones who will pay for dinner, tell you that you look nice, and call when they say they will. I am meeting Bachelor # 1, R*, tomorrow for coffee. He told me a funny story about something he heard on NPR in an email, so I guess I'm a sucker for NPR-quoting microserfs. Stay tuned!

I have no good stories involving blood, mucous, or toenails, as I haven't worked in nearly ten days. Ahhhhhhhhhhh.

Here are some of my favorite things: Malbec, Dreyer's fat-free vanilla frozen yogurt, and sour gummi worms. Not all together, silly. That would be gross. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have big plans to cuddle with my little doggies, sip my wine, and watch Nip/Tuck.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

that is too hilarious! they are sooo cute! sorry to hear about your dud. There seems to be a run of those down here in Portland, as well.

steph said...

love the schmoos in costume. so glad we got those hot dogs :)

NPR quoting microserfs are always better than the basement dwellers. really. he's 30. (this is assuming a bit, but i think i know you well enough that the assumption should be valid).

and it's a shame you don't have carpet anymore. cause a good romp with tessa and the vacuum always made me feel a little less crappy about men in the past :)