Silly, Sexy, Sh*tty
[*growl* I forgot that Photobucket and my journal don't play nice with embedding videos for some reason! Here are the Goldens howling. Sorry for excess clickage 'cause I'm going to do it again in the next paragraph.]
Not this week but next week is the dance recital for the studio where I bellydance. We got our pictures done over the weekend. So if you've ever wanted to see two-dozen photos of me in a bellydance costume, along with the rest of my group, here you go! I am the one in red. I am wearing makeup! That hardly ever happens.
I also painted my nails red for the occasion. Since prom is this Friday and my show is the next week, I am leaving them like that. But it's weird. My hands look really girly. I have insanely hard nails* that grow really long and keep a nice shape without my having to do much to them (and, I know, I know, I couldn't care less and don't do anything to them until they get so long that I have to trim them--I agree it's not fair). My TA, Ms. Karen, noticed it right away, as did some of the students, who were kinda freaked out about it.
* Seriously. I used to bite my nails until I chipped my teeth on one.
We came home this afternoon to a shitty surprise. Alex had diarrhea down in the basement. It usually happens around this time of year, since he inevitably eats things growing in the yard that he should not. The time he got into some Russian olives was an epic shitstorm! This is a dog's way of perceiving the world:
Dog: *finds something* What is this?
Dunno. Well, I guess I should eat it and find out.
Sadly, in the course of this, he pooped the moose rug. We have a hearth rug in front of the woodstove with a moose on it. The first time we had the woodstove inspected, in our first year here, the chimney sweep recommended a hearth rug to keep the floor from catching on fire. We agreed this was a good idea, but we were also rather poorish at the time and all the hearth rugs Bobby found were a little more than we wanted to pay. At last, he found one! "I found a hearth rug for like $9," he told me. "The only thing is that it has a moose on it."
"Who cares?" I said. "I don't have a problem with moose. And it was only $9!"
Well, the moose rug was one of the items destroyed in the Great Flood of 2011. By then, though, we were kind of attached to it, so Bobby ordered a new one, identical to the first, to replace it.
Now Alex has gone and pooped the moose rug! Our house is a perilous place to be a moose rug, I guess. It did come clean with some hose action, and to reward it for being such a loyal moose rug that keeps our floor fire-free despite being periodically drowned and pooped, I washed the non-poopy spots too, so now it's all nice and clean and drying in the sun, sitting on a lawn chair, out in the yard.
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