So today was a Saturday, which means I go out to lunch with my sister then plan on going home but end up staying at her house all afternoon watching stupid TV shows. I can actually say I was ON MY WAY home when she called me and told me I got a package in the mail from my mom so I turned around. I have been looking forward to this package since my mom told me it existed last week- all she would say is that it was something "delightfully tacky from West Virginia" and it did not disappoint! Wrapped in plastic and tucked in a big envelope were three boxes of candy cigarettes with a note from my mom that said, "I thought these were illegal!" Awesome. Being the boring, uncool people we are, neither my sister or I have ever been smokers but our inner kids came out and we each "smoked" a candy cigarette with verve and gusto.
Tonight I went with my dad to Trinidad for dinner and to see the new "Die Hard" movie. Wonderful House was, well, wonderful, and "A Good Day to Die Hard" was full of profanity and bloody violence and was equally wonderful. For the record, my dad maintains that his favorite Die Hard was the second one ("Die Harder") and mine is the fourth, ("Live Free or Die Hard") but we both enjoyed number five very much.
Obviously yesterday was Friday, which means that I sleep til 11:42 or so, then head in town to have lunch with my sister and/or my Granny and either work after lunch or follow my sister to her place of work and keep her company for a while. The latter was the case yesterday and I spent a great part of the afternoon working on a "letter" to send to my mom and step-dad in West Virginia. I would say more but obviously they have not received this letter yet and I refuse to spoil it.
Really the only thing about yesterday that was out of the ordinary is that last night I went on Amazon.com and spent a portion of the Amazon gift card I received on Christmas on... wait for it!... a "Bazinga!" hoodie! AAhhhh! In case you do not know, "Bazinga!" is the word Sheldon Cooper from The Big Bang Theory uses when he makes a joke, followed by his lovably bizarre gasp-ish laughter. I have my sister and David to thank for turning me onto the show.
Continuing to recount the recent events of my life in a backwards fashion, last Saturday night I actually attended the annual Cowboy Ball out at the NRA which was definitely an experience for me because I am not a dancer, nor a cowboy. I was a little nervous and uncomfortable, especially when an old cowboy asked me to dance (I politely declined and literally ran away) but I discovered that I have quite a taste for vodka and cranberry juice.
The Wednesday before I had the not-so-small task of taking all three dogs and three cats in to the vet's to get shots, etc. Before you wave me away I would like to mention all three dogs are big (German Shepherd, Chocolate Labrador, and... uhhhh.. mutt) and all three cats are grown and mouthy. I had to make two trips.
1st. trip- all three dogs and Bill in the cat carrier. This was by far the most difficult load, in no small part because it is unbelievably hard to get one dog out at a time, snap on a leash, drag them into the vets office, get dragged back outside, only to transfer to another dog. Oh, and Pedro the German Shepherd was either ecstatically having the time of his life or was absolutely terrified and having conniptions and yelped all the way there and back and tried to squeeze out a window when I opened it to alleviate the feeling of claustrophobia. Oh yeah, and Otis peed all over the vet's office.
2nd trip- I stuffed both greys in the carrier together which was sort of difficult because of Bob's pudge. However, like I said before, this trip was much easier. I actually got to thinking when trapping cats to stuff in the carrier... is this how criminals feel about their victims? I mean, I felt a much larger sense of accomplishment trapping Bill because he was so hard to get. I think he sensed the carrier the moment I brought it inside and I could not convince him to hop down from his high shelf for anything- not food, not the notion of going outside, nothing! I had to literally drag him down and struggle to stuff him in the carrier. Contrastingly, the greys were pathetically easy to trick and trap. I called for them out on the front porch; they came and I shut the door behind them. I picked one up, stuffed the dazed cat in the carrier, repeated the action. They were locked in the carrier the before they knew what hit them! I gotta say, though, if I had to pick, I'd say Bob is the dumber of the two... his brain is like his tail- only half there.
I hope you all had a lovely Valentines day! If I had to pick, my favorite valentines were the surprise card in the mail from my mom and the "bouquet" of watermelon suckers my sister gave me! :)
Have a wonderful Presidents day!
Sarah
