Thankful

On this holiday, when we all take a moment to recognize how thankful we are for all the blessings in life. I'm certainly grateful for pretty much every single thing in my life.

At this particular moment I'm pretty thankful for the fact that we've got enough money in the bank to pay to fix the leak in our roof and to repair and repaint the sheet rock in the bathroom. I'm also thankful that Greg found where the water was pooling before the entire ceiling fell in. Because that's certainly something that would happen to us during the Thanksgiving holiday. I'm even thankful that we decided not to make the trip back to my parents' house for the weekend. If we had, we wouldn't have found it until sometime late Saturday and would probably have a much bigger mess on our hands.

Meanwhile, I'm ignoring the fact that my psycho pup won't set foot into his brand new $100 doghouse that we got for him.

Yankees

The new guy in the office is "not from here." Technically he's more from the midwest than a Yankee, but the concept is pretty much the same. This has been evident over the past few weeks, but never more so than today. The day before Thanksgiving, when people randomly bring piles of food for everybody to snack on after warming up their mad cooking skilz in preparation of the big day. So the new guy just went after a cinnamon roll and came back saying,

"Robbie is also passing out something called a 'sausage ball.' It appears to be something like a biscuit with cheese or something."

Dude. It's not a biscuit with cheese. IT'S A SAUSAGE BALL. And every person in the office, except for you, knows exactly what it is. Next he'll be trying to describe grits.

Seriously. It hasn't even started yet and I think I need a break from the holidays.

Secret Lives of Pups - Revealed

Sorry for the delay on busting my pup, but we did early turkey with the Crazy Lady's family this weekend.

And the pup was, indeed busted. Greg has said from the begining that he needs to be paying rent, and I've always said he needs a better job. Turns out he has one. Who knew???

I became suspicious when I started seeing trailers for this movie. So Friday we went to an early showing to find out for sure. People, that's my dog.

All I know is that we should be receiving royalty checks in the mail any day now, and he can start paying his rent. After all, it looks like my pup...

Acts like my pup...

And they have the same super powers.

We should be rich shortly. Meanwhile, if anybody wants to gain a better understanding of Casper's psyche (and yes, I originally accidentally typed psycho, which is probably more appropriate), go see Bolt. 'Cause that's my dog. And because it's a hysterically funny movie for dog people. If you're not a dog person, you probably won't get it. If you know Casper, you'll not only get it but start trying to figure out which character was based on you, because that's my dog. You'll recognize the super stare, the super bark, and of course, the zoom zoom.

The problem now is that Greg wants a hamster.

Secret Lives of Pups

I think my pup has a secret life that I wasn't aware of. I'm going on a reconnaissance mission this afternoon to get more information. Since I've been keeping crazy hours at work all week, I'm leaving at 3. Hubby is picking me up and we're going to get to the bottom of this mystery... I'll let you know what I find out. If he's been up to what I think he's been up to, he owes us some serious rent.

Pick Your Poison

Since I know I have a rather varied readership, I thought I'd give everybody some options for laughing at me today:

1. Gee, apparently I wasn't imagining things when I though I heard the sound of ripping fabric this morning as I sat down in my office. Thankfully, it was only the lining of my pants that ripped completely down the back. Might I add "one of only two pair of nice, expensive pants that I own, which probably match the value of the rest of my wardrobe combined." I can only hope the outer seam holds up for the rest of the day. Unfortuantely, this is not my first ride in this rodeo.

2. As a follow up to yesterday's anniversary post, where I suggested a relationship bewteen the night Greg and I met and this post. You see, we had started out with a plan for a group outing to see a midnight movie release but in the end there were only 3 of us dorky enough to actually go to a midnight release on a Thursday night: me, Greg, and our mutual friend Mel. Mel and I had seen several midnight releases together over the years, so this wasn't unusual for us.

We left the movie at approximately 3 AM and were walking across the dark parking lot when I suddenly disappeared into the night. Greg, who had known me for all of like 3 minutes and didn't yet realize that I'm freaking magical, became concerned and expressed his barely pre-panic concern to Mel, who had known me for years and was actually the person who pushed me to get my ADD medicated. Mel's response was, "Eh, she went looking for her car. She'll find it eventually." Sure enough, I'd suddenly realized that I had no idea where I'd parked and had gone in search of my car. I just forgot to tell them I was going. Rumor had it Greg was a little freaked out by this until he actually got to know me. Thus, the car locators, which we refer to as Hidden Mickeys, since they're usually some form of Mickey Mouse antenna toppers.*

3. Greg's family will appreciate this one: Last night I was munching on a can of mixed nuts when I made the mistake of reading the label and noticed the ingredients included peanuts, cashews, Brazil nuts, filberts, and pecans.

Me: What's filbert?
Greg: (Googling "filbert") It's the cousin of the hazelnut, only smaller.
Me: (digging through nuts to pull out a filbert) I thought those were hazelnuts.
Greg: They mostly the same thing. They're cousins.
Me: That'd be like me being married to Benji...
(Silence)
Me: I was going to go to bed, but now I'm afraid I just gave myself nightmares.

I'd just like to point out that one definition of "filbert" from Wikipedia is:

Slang: a lunatic; an individual wholly unhinged; predominant neurotic tendencies (e.g., "a nut").

I will let you draw your own conclusions.


* I also later found out that the day before we actually met he had told someone else that he had found the woman he was going to marry. This was due to a comment in an email we were circulating while making plans for the movie, in which I called the man, who I had never met, a crack monkey. I would like to point out that my original assessment was correct. He has since repeatedly told people, "She had me at crack monkey."