Just downloaded the Blogger app for Android and figured I may as well try it out.
I've been agonizing over something to write about for more than a week now. While this app makes it more convienent to write, I'm still struggling with inspiration.
Life is good now. My puppy is awesome, my man is awesome, my BFF is awesome. Everyone is happy... not exactly the best environment to inspire complex and interesting storytelling but its definitely liveable.
My puppy recently got his first *real* haircut. I won't be taking him back to Sue's Pet Parlor in Dormont. Let me take you on a story:
On Friday, I called Sue's to make an appointment. The girl who took my call said the earliest they had available was Saturday at 1pm. I took the appointment and asked the Boyfriend to truck him over there the next day. Now... we live on the North Side. Dormont is not exactly right down the street, its a good 20 minute drive, but this place had come highly recommended by friends and we'd had some success before so I figured it was worth it...
So, the next day, the Boy packs Monty into the car and takes him to Dormont. I get a text at 12:50pm from him that read, "You said 1pm right?" Well yes... "Uhh... they're closed."
WTF???
I had him call the number. He said a 14 year old girl answered and said the groomer had an emergency and had to go to the airport. Sorry, can you come back at 10:30am tomorrow?
...seriously?
Well what can you do? We didn't have a choice. So Sunday morning rolls around and its rinse and repeat. The Boyfriend said there were 2 other people there that were in the same boat having had appointments the day before and were told to come back. He explained the situation and was advised they would groom Monty for $40 for the inconvience.
What the common price is, I couldn't tell you for certain but I'm pretty sure thats only $5 off. And they buuuuuutchered the job.
I realize that my puppy is squirmy. He's 4 months old, he's supposed to be squirmy. I realize he's a Bichon so yes, I want him to be white and not stained or matted. I realize that when I say I wanted a "puppy cut" that you probably thought I wanted him to be shaved down so short that he looks like a lamb. I take responsibility for that... but you NEVER asked how short and thats YOUR responsibility.
Its also your responsibility that the cut is uneven and choppy. Its your fault that my dog looks like he's wearing Uggs. Its your fault that his tail has no hair on it at all now! Its your fault that the job looks sloppy and rushed. And its your fault that it was done on Sunday instead of Saturday.
And for all this, I get $5 off? When you up charge us right back to $45 and then with tax and tip it came to over $50...
Quote from the Boyfriend to my mother, "I thought he looked fine... but then Jen got home from work and I found out that he definitely did not look fine."
I want to call them and ask if they would put a picture of how he looks on their wall to say, Hey this is how we can make your puppy look.
Furious! To be continued, I'm sure...
As for the Boyfriend, I can lovingly call him "the med student" now. I'm so proud of him. He started school again 2 weeks ago and is making straight As.
My Boyfriend is brilliant.
He's also everything I ever wanted in a man. He takes great care of me, he's sensitive and understanding. He loves the arts and music and sports and food and talking. He's perfect. He doesn't judge me or want me to be someone I'm not. He loves how I look without makeup and in sweats.
We were talking about Adele the other day and I said something about her being big. He goes, "She's not that big!"
I said, "She's bigger than me! If she's not that big then what the hell am I?"
"Perfect."
I love my Boyfriend. Everyone should have a boyfriend like mine.
My BFF just got a new job working in the Strip at a company called ModCloth. This is great news for him.
The whole BFF thing is kind of sticky since I'm pretty sure the BF gets pretty jealous. I wish I knew a way to reassure him that there's no need to be jealous... everyone needs a support system, I just happen to find mine in dudes where other chicks find theirs in other chicks.
I've never really gotten along with a lot of girls to the level of becoming best friends. I guess thats my tragedy but then my BFF has always only ever found really good friends in girls... so I guess that's his.
I just hate tension. I don't want anyone to be mad. I just want things to be happy and sparkly and bright and bubbly. I love my boyfriend with all my heart and I don't want to have to choose between him and my BFF. If the Boyfriend asked me to marry him tomorrow, I'd ask my BFF to stand next to me as my... Man of Honor (???)
Whatever, Its stress city. I guess I never do anything the easy way.
Any advice would be appreciated, seriously.
In the meantime, I'm going to cuddle with my (now) silly looking puppy... who I should have probably named Ben Wooflisburgher or Mike Ruff or Max Talbark or Marc-Andre Puppy.
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