Oh ... dear.
::snort::
However, I'm not linking to bowlegs, so I count that as emotional growth.
I just said "It's decimated!" and the guy I was talking to was all "That's strong language." Uh, no. So he got the history lesson, and I've sent him forth with the correct definition of the word to disseminate. One person at a time, I will stem the tide.
Bradley Whitford and Colin Hanks were at one of my lunch spots filming today. (Also blocked my bus lane this morning, but Imma forgive them both because they're cute).
There's a "Filming" notice on my building right now. I figured it was a small movie sort of thing, but I actually read it, and it's something 20th Century Fox. Down the street, so my front window isn't going to become famous, but still.
Ooh, cool.
::weeps::
OKAY.
Never let it be said that I can't regress.
Thank you, Tom. I think.
Never let it be said that I can't regress.
Oooh, that's an especially tasty one.
I am about to be sucked into the vortex of disaster that is the garage. Pray for me.
Are you going to have your parents take care of him? Or your roommate?
I don't know! I mean, they totally volunteered and want to, and my dad works from home so Frankie'd have less crate time during the day... but L would let him sleep with her and my friend J offered to take him to the dog park with his BFF. I have, uh, concerns about the effect spending a week with my mother might have on him. I know I'm just a newbie myself, but she needs remedial dog owner training. Plus, he'd be in a strange environment and dealing with The Cat Herd.
Or maybe I'm totally worrying for nothing (which I get from my mother, which is kind of the point) and they'd teach him to LOVE his crate and play "Heart And Soul" on the piano.
...I'm a doggie helicopter parent.
Also? I'm going to see Billy Idol tonight.