Vermont's Finest

If I can just make it until tomorrow night when my head finally hits my soft pillow...

Work is beyond busy. Home is even busier. Control over Mt. St. Laundry eludes me. Three big dinners to host/attend this weekend. Ack! It's all too much. So I've pulled back my hair, slid on my fuzzy socks, and am now taking a deep breath while I Imagine Whirled Peace with my friends B&J. Cheers.

Dead Meat

That's what Steve will be as soon as he gets home from picking up our dinner from wherever he's going to surprise me. He left about 15 minutes ago, and I was upstairs on the computer in a green knit sweater and my undies. And socks. And a bobby pin holding back my bangs. There I just listed everything I'm wearing at the moment. Well, I was doing something on the internet that required the use of my debit card (shopping? me? nah.), which I left in my purse. Which is in my car. Which is in the garage. So I hopped down the stairs, through our kitchen, and opened the door to the garage. It was pitch black in there, so I flipped on the light. It pretty much blinded me, but I was able to make it down the 3 steps to my car. I opened the door and dug through my purse. Finally, debit card in hand, I whirled around to go back into the house, and was stopped dead in my tracks. You know what was staring me right in the face?

MY ENTIRE EFFING NEIGHBORHOOD, THAT'S WHAT!

He didn't close the garage door.

And it's pitch black outside, so it was all the same to me when I opened the kitchen door to a pitch black garage.

Here is a classic example of why men get in trouble for really stupid, petty things. I realize it's stupid and petty, but all the same, he is dead meat when he gets home in a few minutes.

Are any of my readers shrinks?

***Update*** The cats hate Dino. He is now back home with us. Oh, what to do.

If so, advise me, plz!

After many moons of contemplation, this past Friday I gave my Chihuahua, Dino, to a nice lady with another Chihuahua and 3 cats. She's very much an animal person, and Dino seemed to take to her well. So off they went. I spent the entire weekend missing Dino and wondering (once again) whether I did the right thing. He's such a good little dog, and every reason I had to give him away fell under the category of my own weakness/inability to be a dog owner and be sane at the same time.

It was eating me this afternoon, so I gave Dino's new owner a call to see how things were going. She said, "Well? They're going." Dino and the other chi are in love with each other. But whenever one of her cats comes in the room, Dino goes absolutely ape all over the place. She wants to give it a few more days before making a decision on whether they can get along long-term and if things aren't looking good, I'm making her give him back to me.

So the part where I truly need counseling in order to get rid of my angst and guilt? Is the part where I'm seriously considering keeping him if he comes back to me. I'm picturing this trade-off scene between me and Mother Neurosis: "Hereyago, MN, here's my guilt [plop] AHHH that feels better. Now give me back my insanity." A fair trade?

Don't tell me it's just a dog, because I KNOW. I KNOW IT'S JUST A DOG. Eff.

This is your brain on drugs

You know how every once in a while when you've stayed up way too late, your brain starts turning to slush? Usually for me that means giggling uncontrollably at the stupidest things in the world. But sometimes... sometimes ... something like this IM conversation will happen:

McKenna says:
i have this new tick

McKenna says:
i found this thing in my nose

McKenna says:
i mean, it's always been there, i guess i just found anew way to play with the tip of my nose? I can like crush the cartilage inwards?

McKenna says:
hard to explain

McKenna says:
but anyway it's so addicting that i'm now getting worried that i'm going to break it down and make it flabby on accident and then need a nose job

Chante says:
could i see it if you did it?

McKenna says:
no, it doesn't stick. the second i take pressure off it pops back to normal form

Chante says:
o

Chante says:
now i'm trying to do it

McKenna says:
to someone watching it would just look like i'm pressing in the tip of my nose

Chante says:
i'm moving my nose all around...?

McKenna says:
it's this specific spot

Chante says:
on the tip of your nose?

McKenna says:
yeah tip but at a special little angle

Chante says:
the tip of my nose has cartilage on the sides but not the middle of the tip

McKenna says:
try like just above your nostrils, at a diagonal, inward and upward angle

Chante says:
i don't think i have any there

McKenna says:
yeah every nose has its thorn

Chante says:
Ok STOP. To bed for you, plz.