While I was busy catching up on some stuff online (ok, reading blogs and forums), the puppykins were equally busy raiding my stamp supplies. When I finally got up to check on them, they'd nipped two stamps and a container of embossing powder. Luckily, they'd gotten bored with snitching stuff from RIGHT BEHIND MY CHAIR and had started chasing each other around their loot. The embossing powder made it through the abduction unscathed, but the stamps have some new tooth marks around the edges. It's a good thing they're cute.
January 2006 Archives
A couple of months ago I started a newspaper subscription, ostensibly so we'd never run out of paper for the puppies' litter box, but I really just wanted to get the crossword every day. Since the crossword is on the same page as a four-word jumble and a "cryptoquip," I usually give those a try too. I'd started on the word jumble from yesterday so it was lying on the table, and A started looking at it while he was making lunch. After glancing at the word jumble for, like, 30 seconds, we had the following conversation:
A: Do you want suggestions for these words?
me: No thanks, I'm still working on them.
A: Ok. Because this word could be "lunge."
me: Thank you, A.
A: And this one might be "clothe."
me: Gee, thanks, A.
A: Oh, and this last one? It's "female."
me: *sigh*
It's a good thing I'd already come to terms with the fact that I'm not all-knowing, otherwise it would've been very damaging to my fragile ego.
Mike and I went to see FU's final show last night, and it was a fun time, if somewhat depressing. I'm going to miss their shows. Watching them play always cheered me up, even at my most depressed; when they'd play their covers of "I'm in a Hurry," "Old Apartment," or their Madonna medley (Like a Virgin + Like a Prayer), I couldn't help but smile. I was surprised to hear that "Angels" was one of the first songs they played at this show. It's one of my favorite FU originals, but in the past they didn't play it at their shows unless it was a request. Last night they followed it up with a good mix of their new songs and all but one of my favorite covers. We left at their first break even though Mike was willing to stay longer; by then, two different guys had spilled their beers on us, and when I say "spilled" I don't mean "sloshed a drop or two on our hands," I mean "poured 99% of their damn beer on us." I actually had to wring beer out of my hair after the first accident. I'd also gotten tired of trying to breathe through the smothering clouds of smoke. I love going to concerts/shows, but I'm not much on the smoke and the crowds anymore. I wasn't a fan before, but now I really don't like coming home smelling like smoke. When I can smell it on the clothes I wore even though said clothes are across the room, that's a little much for me.
A doesn't like "Sweet Home Alabama." How do I know this? He and Mike were playing with a couple of the guitars earlier, and when Mike played part of his "anti-country (music)" song, A said that he hated that song. This was a bit confusing since it was one of the songs Mike wrote, but we finally figured out that A was talking about "Sweet Home Alabama." At least we don't have to worry about him becoming a redneck.
Mike bought me a MyFi and an XM subscription for my birthday/Christmas present, and I finally put the XM antenna on my car last week. Ever since then I've been listening to O&A on my way to and from work. When I turned it on this morning they were replaying their Lush bit, which surprised me, because I'd completely forgotten that they even had a Lush bit. I <3 Lush, O&A, and XM, and really <3 Mike for enabling this addiction.
Wow. I just realized that I started this blog over 3 years ago.
I love Mike, and playful, warm and cuddly nights like last night are a perfect example of why. We are really an excellent match.
I also love the dogs. They're so much fun to interact with and watch. Some of my favorite things about the puppykins are the way they smell when they're warm and sleepy, the way Max curls up on my stomach and Maddy lays across my chest, the squeaks they make when they yawn, and watching them chase each other around the house (scrabbling paws are hilarious).
