dumb lil douche

that's what teddy (my too smart, therefore really dumb dog) is.

today sister 3 (i'm sister 1, so you do the math) and i ventured out into the beautiful day to wash-o my car-o, which hasnt been touched by clean water since eons ago (when i last shittily washed my car in like 4 seconds). i discovered quite a few nicks and non-white paint marks, which were disconcerting, but not really. shrugging it off was mourning enough. so then teddy sneakily sidles around the door and sprints outside, exulting in the fresh afternoon air and balmy sun. i always feel bad for the poor bugger, being trapped indoors all day long, so i always repeat my mistake in letting him chill outside. why a mistake you ask? because he always runs the hell away, making either myself or my mom (or on the truly excellent days, BOTH) look QUITE the fool, walking up and down the street, plaintively calling out teddy!! TEDDDDDY!! of course there is nary a response, and usually, it comes down to one of us hopping in the car to hunt him down. the success rate is 100% (as of now) and we usually find him in 10 min or so.

today, as he fled off, i thought, "who gives an eff. let him go, that lil douche." so i peaceably went back to buffing the nicks off my poor car away (if you are AT ALL considering purchasing my car, then please pay no mind to all car comments... mere exaggerations, they are!) and shouting out at 2-3 minute intervals, teddddy!!!! TEEEEDDDDY!! i was concentrating really hard on making my rims shine, so really, the thought of my dog escaped my mind quite a lot. about 10 min later, i decided to give another holler, so i did, standing on my sidewalk, hands on hips. as i turn to my right, i see a red sweater clad yorkie galloping towards me, so fast that his fur is super slicked back and he's practically in slo-mo. in hot pursuit behind him, is a shiny black infiniti with the windows down. ted sprints into my arms and the car couple tells me how far away he was when they first found him and how he refused to let them carry him and on and on and on. i thanked them for their neighborly kindness (all the while self-conscious of what a horrid dog owner they thought me) and then turned away, shutting teddy up in the dark, dankness of the home he's always entrapped within.

he deserves it.

drunk day back again

i guess once upon a time, fridays used to be "drunk"day at work. this, i'm reckoning, was back in the day before we became all professional and had shorts days only on summertime Fridays (and no one slept off hangovers under their desk. yes, this was a regular occurrence back in the day from what i hear.). my boss's boss, being the cool guy that he is, came into our office to chat briefly with my boss, while i gave the illusion of being busy. a few minutes into the convo, my boss's boss (BB, from here on) turns in my direction to say, "goose, right?" perplexed at the random inquiry thrown my way, i continued clattering on my keyboard until i realized that random inquiry was, in fact, thrown my way. i turned to him to clarify: "excuse me?"

BB: goose, right? that's your drink?

me: (with hand to heart, comme Scarlett O'Hara) me??

BB: grey goose?

me: (at which point its dawned upon me that the "work" talk he'd been having with my boss is really "drink at work" talk) OH, YES! haha... sorry!

BB departs, along with his "girls" also known as director of marketing and director of something else and other director of something else (i dunno... the org chart will tell me), and returns with a box of hard liquor, some mixings, olives, ice, clear plastic cups (oh solo... where were you when we needed you most!?), and cat/dog napkins. after mixing up some cocktails, we proceeded to take the last hour off to imbibe in our cocktails, purchased for us, by my boss's boss.

yum. :)

(too bad i smelled like a saloon walking down hollywood blvd, per shawn.)

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