Sassy Black Friend

Happy 4th

Happy 4th of July, y’all!

This is what I’m wearing today. Shame it’s so hot.

Winner winner, but no chicken dinner

Nothing brings me more joy than sharing bits of trivia. But I hate those bar trivia games. Not because they’re bad, just because I don’t really like organized activities. Too much time spent on sports teams and lessons as a kid I guess. Plus, I can’t bring myself to feel competitive about things that aren’t important.

Anyhoodle, I have a note pad I always keep with me where I create lists of whatever. Grocery shopping, recipe ideas, to do items, and a ton of things to “look into” at some point.

It’s fun to look through and try to figure out why I chose something. Like I remember being in the car and wanting to find out what curt hitches are. But I have no idea why I was interested in soil density in the mid-Atlantic region. Or where the thought came from.

Awesomesauce

Authors hating on other authors, classic style.

Some favorites:

Dylan Thomas on Rudyard Kipling

“Mr Kipling … stands for everything in this cankered world which I would wish were otherwise.”

Truman Capote on Jack Kerouac

“That’s not writing, that’s typing.”

Mark Twain on Jane Austen

“Every time I read ‘Pride and Prejudice,’ I want to dig her up and hit her over the skull with her own shin-bone.”

William Faulkner on Ernest Hemingway

“He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary.”

Ernest Hemingway on William Faulkner

“Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words?”

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.

Just sayin

I know, I know, you’re still waiting.

Hate on me haters…

Yeah, this is where I spent the last week.