Sassy Black Friend

Gadget insanity continues

Er, yeah. We have a new house problem. We found a set of outlets in the backyard that reach nicely under the deck off our kitchen. So, now that area is the warm weather family room. Cool because it never gets sun, we can say we’re outside but still chill on a sofa like the lazy bums we are.

And thanks to the nice folks at turtle beach, we can play games and whatever without disturbing the neighbors. So far we’ve been able to resist buying a mini fridge, but it’s only a matter of time, I’m sure.

That man of mine

As usual, the boyfriend provides much of the entertainment in my life. He’s in total manly organization mode, and is hilarious about it.

We’ve gone to building supply stores three times this week so he can “work on the basement.” So far that means trying to find places to put his new toys. I drew the line at a barcode scanner, though it was pretty fun. There are a lot more uses than I’d thought at first. Maybe for his birthday.

Eep!

Okay, funny story time.

I had to go up to New York City yesterday for a meeting, and had some extra time, so I went out to lunch with the boyfriend’s mother. She’s hilarious and knows every good restaurant in the city, so we had a nice time.

So we’re sitting there, waiting for our food and she’s telling me all the exciting Manhattan accident attorney gossip, and someone she knows comes up to our table. I was sipping my water right when she introduced us, including calling me (accidentally she swears), her daughter.

I started cracking up and spit a mouthful of water into this guy’s face. Seriously, it was like a Three Stooges routine. Full on spit take.

Everyone was nice about it, but I found out this man was a big time judge. And I’m never entering the state of New York again.

OMG, how embarrassing

I’m absolutely mortified. Apparently our dog (who we got last year) isn’t as fixed as his previous owner promised. So unfixed in fact that he’s impregnated another dog. We just found out this weekend and had the owners over. So embarrassing. I hope I never have a son, because sitting in a room with the people whose dog yours has knocked up was terrible.

Luckily, they’re awesome people and were very understanding about the whole thing. I’ve put the boyfriend in charge of taking our horny pooch to our vet to er, finish the job. Let me tell you, I am way too young to be a grandmother, even of puppies. But they’re coming. On the bright side, I walked Corey (remember, we didn’t name him) over to the other dog’s house this morning and they played together a bit. So, at least they’re staying friendly for the puppies. We may have to set up play dates, no dog of mine is going to be a deadbeat dad.

Also … cute puppies coming soon.

Er, ugh…

It’s about eleventy-billion degrees right now and I’m waging a war against doing anything at all. The boyfriend is going through a bit of a hyper phase, and is not allowed in my presence. Stay in the basement and count garbage bags. Organize the toolbox. Separate bearings by size. Whatever.

Just watching him flitting around (in a manly way of course) full of energy is exhausting. When I got up this morning he was reorganizing the kitchen cabinets.

Special Delivery

Look, I made you a present:

Enjoy.