Meanwhile, I decided to take the "Orcs" with me in the car because I did not want to put them in their kennels in the cold garage. Did it occur to me that I hate take the dogs with me? Did I remember my previous rant about taking them anywhere? So I took them with. And goddamit I have never yelled "shut the fuck up!" more in my life. (Yes I swear at the dogs...like they fucking care.)
Allie (the sister) has a friend Elizabeth who has a "blog" (why do I hate that term so much?). Elizabeth was recently discussing her addiction to reading "blogs" and writing in her own. I find it to be a creative outlet of sorts. I also enjoy and genuinely care about all my "buddies". I read about 50-70 "blogs" daily. The husband says he is a "Diaryland widower". Which is fine with me...I am an XBox widow.
The husband is going to a rally for Howard Dean this evening. I would go but that would require me to put on pants. And I am not all that politically charged. I mean I care what happens and I read the news (read: I watch the Daily Show) but I do what counts...I vote, most of the time. I have only missed one election since I turned 18 which is only 5 years ago so I am doing well. But anyways the husband choses to make friends people based on their political and religious views and I feel that is not as important. (I know Pandionna might kill me for saying that.)
I really need to clean
I also stopped at the vets office today (place of previous employment) and brought Grommit to come in to say Hi to Vicki. I bought some new doggie nail trimmers so I can cut all of their nails. I have never seen my dogs act like bigger pussies than when I get out the nail clippers, except of course bath time. Which confuses me greatly. Brynonna the wonder pointer voluntarily swims in the freezing cold Puget Sound but I try to bathe her and she shakes and quivers like the water and soap are made of acid. As I have said before I am completely confused by the inner workings of the canine and feline minds.