Needing a cure...

Do you know what this is?



It's an English Bulldog puppy.



And I want one.



Really, really bad...



They are just the cutest little things I ever did see!

Here are some things you might not know about Bulldogs-

*They don't like to go outside. Their little bodies can't handle the climate changes, so they prefer to be indoors.

*They are very lazy little guys. All they really want in life is some yummy food and a warm lap to sleep on.

*They are excellent family dogs because they are so timid. This means that don't mind dressing up every now and then either.

I think a sweet Bulldog is exactly what I need to cure my nighttime blues. Or Adam could get moved to that day shift position. That would help as well...

Either way I really want a furry pet to share our sweet, little apartment with. It just doesn't seem right to keep it all to ourselves.

XOXO,
Your Puppy Lover

Is looking like a zombie against the rules?

It was back to school for me today, and I have a new goal for this semester... not to go to class looking like I rolled out of bed 10 minutes before I had to leave and put on clothes which were lying beside the bed and may have possibly been slept on by some animal... which is exactly what I did every day last semester. (I'm pretty sure that there were some people at school who were shocked to find out that I had actually found someone to marry me... )

So, today I took some extra time to get myself ready for class. I put a nice skirt on... one that had actually been hung up in the closet... paired it with a cute top and sweater, went to put on my rulebook-demanded pair of hose only to find that I had accidentally thrown away my one good pair.

Panty hose are of the devil. Fact.

Also- Bears. Beats. Battlestar Galactica.

Pardon that interruption... now back to what I was saying...

I then traded my knee-length skirt for one that reached my ankles in an attempt to hide my hoseless legs. I'm pretty sure that this attempt was fruitless because my professor has the superhuman ability to see every infraction of the rulebook.... I will have 10 demerits in my box tomorrow morning. Guaranteed.

So, with all of my bare-legged rebellion aside, I would have to say I managed to look fairly nice for class this afternoon. Yet... after 4 hours of class, a Hotpocket, and 15 pages of notes I managed to leave school looking like some college-aged zombie. It happens every time- the pale skin, sunken eyes, and crazy static-y hair... I had it all.

I believe that this would explain the reason why Adam didn't come rushing to give me a kiss when I got home. He probably thought some monster from one of his video games had escaped and had come to seek revenge...

Anyway, I said all of this to say...  it's going to be a long semester and I think I'm going to get a spray tan tomorrow. I hear they improve your appearance and give you a nice earthy smell.

Anyone care to join me?

Looking kind of haggard,
Your Zombie Friend

Out of the woods and into the city....

Having grown up as a woodland princess in the back hills of Martinsville, being married has brought all sorts of new experiences for me. Things like dishwashers, garbage disposals, automatic car starters, thermostats, and living in the "city". It's been interesting to say the least, but my wonderful husband has been so gracious as to show me how to enjoy all of the new, "modern" conveniences that are in my life.

For example, the other day Adam and I shared this conversation-

Adam: Hey, Babe... I'm not trying to be condescending, but you do know that the garbage disposal is only on one side of sink, right?

Me: Umm... yeah, I think so... why? Is there food on the other side?

Adam: Yes. There's bacon sticking out of the drain.

So, I may not have been listening when he showed me how to use the garbage disposal... my bad.

Out of her element,
The Woodland Princess