I was supposed to work last Saturday but only lasted a couple of hours in the hellhole before coming home. I don’t like my job but I’ll do it. I get extremely annoyed though when the very basic tools for my job aren’t available. And sick *cough*cough*….Sweety came home to find me and Tiny Dog under the covers. He peeled the blanket off of my face and asked what I was doing home. When I told him “hiding from work” he tucked me back in and went away.
Saturday night we went to a local restaurant/bar. I was meeting a couple of girlfriends from work and Sweety wasn’t going to come but I talked him into it after I got there. They place had a sign up saying they were going to charge $5 after 9 o’clock to watch the UFC fight. (I hadn’t even realized there was a fight that night.) I thought this meant if you got there before then that you wouldn’t have to pay and sent Sweety a text to come up. The bartender tried to collect $5 from us after we’d been sitting there eating and drinking for 2 or 3 hours and that really ticked me off. Sweety spoke to the manager and the people in our group didn’t have to pay. Note to self: go somewhere else for the next UFC fight.
Have I mentioned my love for UFC fighting? For the longest time it was my little secret. Sweety would be away bowling on Friday nights and I’d come home from work and watch a fight channel for hours. He got home one night early and surprised me. He had a genuine look of shock on his face when he saw what I was watching. I like to watch men beat the hell out of each other.
I have a bad habit of staying awake at night until the wee hours of the morning. I watch the television while playing games on my phone. If I try to sleep I twitch around in the dark. But I have discovered a magical cocktail! If you take two generic sleeping pills and two melatonin as soon as you get home? The Sandman bashes you in the head right about the time you get done with showering and brushing your teeth. As an added bonus – when your asshole weenie dog and his yapping little chihuahua friend start losing their minds at 2 a.m.? You will either sleep right through it or wake up long enough to let them out and then fall right back asleep.
Waking up this morning was a complete repeat of last Thursday. Realized the house was STILL clean (holy shit, a week! I’ve kept up with things for a week!), fed the Oliver and tucked Tiny Dog back in bed with me. I did wake up long enough to have a sandwich. Then I went back to bed while things digested.
The sandwich?
On Sunday we went to a friend’s house for the SuperBowl and I came home with a bowl of her spinach dip. I love me some spinach dip. This morning’s sandwich was spinach dip on good bread.
Sign that I need to fold laundry: I wore a pair of Sweety’s underwear today. Tighty whities. They were a little big but they did not crawl up my ass. I may start wearing them every day. I will be careful when undressing so he doesn’t see me in them. I imagine that would cause some minor mental anguish.
I will be working for the next few Saturdays instead of on Thursdays. A sucky shift. 1 p.m. to midnight. I did it to improve what I call my “shift trade karma”. Hoping that when I need someone to trade with me that they will. I like to sit at work and look at all of the vacation days that are planned for the rest of the year. It keeps me occupied.
I’m hoping to get to see Bekah in a few weeks. She is in a new roller derby team and I’d love to visit and see her in a bout. I worked a ton of overtime awhile back so my check at the end of the month should be nice. Hopefully, nice enough for a plane ticket. I’m going to try and get the house clean tomorrow and keep Sweety agreeable so maybe I can go.
In the effort to save a money (and my fairly good relationship with Sweety), I’m doing away with the purple hair. It’s just a hell of a lot cheaper to dye the it brown just to cover the greys. Purple, I’m really going to miss you. Maybe we’ll meet again someday.
This used to be a garden but now I call it “the killing field” in my head.
It’s the only place Oliver is allowed to dig in the yard. There’s probably half a cow and several toys in there at the moment. I think it’s hilarious to watch him dig because he’s so short. It takes about 15 seconds for him to dig a hole big enough to hide his body.
Tiny Dog has taken her meanness to a whole new level. She now actively sits almost on top of Oliver’s food dish and dares him to get close so she can bark at him. I have to put her away so the poor little fellow can eat in peace. She doesn’t realize that she only needs to gain 1.2 pounds to be big enough for a shock collar. Sweety says I should just throw a pillow at her. I don’t want her to associate me with an object falling out of the sky. I figure I could put the collar on her in the dark and then she wouldn’t link me to mild electrocution when she’s being an asshole. Or maybe I’ll just keep holding her while he eats. I’d hate to fry her brain like an egg.
That’s all Oliver is getting to finish up the bone that he just dug up out of the yard to eat for breakfast. He’s a real dog’s dog. Plays fetch, rolls over, sits (as much as a dachshund can sit) and hides bones. The bone part is new to me. Stinky Dog would flat eat bones. She didn’t bother to bury them. I understand now that he buries them so they can rot a little and that makes them easier to eat.
Way to make the Earth work for you, Oliver! Good boy.
Christmas morning I woke to find the mangled bodies of 3 or 4 moles scattered around the back patio and around the pool deck. Teeny organs. A half-body with the spine shining brightly. Oliver was so proud of his handiwork.
