See? No bags under my eyes if I don’t smile.
But I’d really rather not look like I’m angry enough to eat someone.
Unless it’s one of those days where I really AM angry enough to eat someone, of course.
Have a great Thursday! Half Nekkid or not!
I thought I’d go ahead and put this photo up here. It was up for about 20 minutes Thursday night because I’d forgotten that I’d scheduled it for HNT and then I put another one up. I thought that I took it down before anyone noticed but I see that hits keep coming in from people looking for that page. So, here it is! If you big it, you can see the bits of cheese that were clinging to Tiny Dog’s face. It’s not easy to make her be calm but the promise of cheese does that quite nicely. She’s an official Cheese Whore. She actually choked on some when she snatched the whole fucking block out of Bekah’s hand. We fished it out of her throat and Bekah hung onto that slimy thing to tempt Tiny Dog with it. Bekah’s a trooper. I won’t touch food that my dogs have slimed on.
It’s been cold here, people. I saw ice on the ground the other morning and gave it a few kicks while trying to figure out what the hell it was because I hadn’t seen ice outside in over 8 years. At first, I thought they were some sort of clear berries on the grass.
There is a chance of snow flurries here this weekend. WTF? I bitch all the damned time about how hot it is and now that it’s cold I don’t have any climate appropriate clothing. I’m just walking around freezing and angry. It will pass soon enough.
The pants that I’ve been wearing to work for the past few years blew out on me Thursday. I spent all day waddling around with my jacket yanked down to hide my pink panties that were glaring through the rip in the seat. Time to go get a new pair of pants for my “work uniform”. Work uniform consists of a pair of khakis and 4 striped shirts that I rotate through. I don’t give a damn what I look like at the salt mine. As long as I don’t stink I don’t think anyone should care about my lack of fashion.
Speaking of work! I have all my vacation time squared away for the year! We’re going to Las Vegas for a week, Reno for a weekend (Sweety has to bowl there) and then my trip home in the summer. I. Can’t. Wait. I keep touching the days that are marked off on the calendar when I’m at work to remind myself that there are good things coming that will get me out of there for awhile.
Oliver continues to delight us. Tiny Dog woke up at around 4 the other morning and seemed to realize that he was a permanent houseguest and proceeded to scream at the top of her lungs for 3 hours. I’d go into the bathroom to see if she wanted to go outside and she’d roll onto her back and show me her belly while trying to be cute.
Part of me wanted to shove my foot into her soft belly and wear her as a slipper to keep one foot warm while I took the other dogs outside.
And in black and white just because I like it!
These photos (as the ones the last couple of weeks and the ones you’ll see later on) were all taken by the most awesome Bexcalibur. (aka Bekah, mother of The Artist)
Happy HNT!
These photos were taken a few weeks ago when we were out of town. Sweety was really glad that we’d been too full to eat dessert at the restaurant so he could snarf it down later.
And to the left? That’s what you get when I can’t sleep and am happy to finally be somewhere in town that has internet access and have some photo editing software to play with.
Have a great Half-Nekkid Thursday!
