January

I hate cold weather. I hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it! My hair froze between my door and starting my car this morning. Unacceptable.

I never knew...

It would be so hard to lose a dog that wasn't really mine, but mostly Chris's, and really only mine for three years. But he was a great dog and putting him to sleep was like ripping part of me out and stomping it on the floor as cliche as that sounds. It's just a dog, I tell myself, but still, since it happened almost two weeks ago, I have had reoccuring dreams most nights where he's alive. And in one of them he had "survived" our attempt to put him to sleep. I guess I have guilt. I shouldn't have guilt. I miss him.

the reason we're dating...

So I tell Chris my story about the pan and Lexi and although I know that he would never intentionally leave a pan on the floor, he simply said "Well, maybe next time you should just let her lick it to begin with." And he wasn't being an ass, just realistic.

The other reason we are together is that we let spiders live in the corner of our shower. I don't mean spiders plural as in multiple spiders at one time, just on several occasions, we have had spiders that live in the upper corner of our shower and neither of us wants to kill them. So instead we name them and watch them and I know that sounds absolutely creepy to most people, but not to us. And when I see something like that, he's the first person I'll call because I know that he'll appreciate it.

The ultimate in laziness

Last night, after going to the gym, then Shawn's game, I went to the pet store where I purchased two 40 lb bags of dog food (because we're going to try Lexi on diet food again), cat food and cat litter (to the tune of $70), then I went to the grocery store, where I did manage to only spend $40 for once. I finally got home with enough energy to get the groceries out, but not the dog food (I have to admit that I played the girl card and had Chris unload the dog food), I cooked dinner, and put the groceries away. At about 9:15, I collapsed on the couch to eat and made it through Law and Order before going to bed. The minute I put my head on the pillow, I heard the pan from cooking dinner, that I had not cleaned, hit the floor. This is where the pathetic part comes in--I decided that I was too tired to stop Lexi from destroying the house and anyway, the pan would be easier to clean once she had completely licked it out. My life...