PUPPY CITY!!

5 more days untill we get our puppy. Yeah, I'm stoked. Man, dogs need a lot of stuff. Beds, crates, balls, weird liver treats, chewy things, gates.

This weekend Leon was out getting chased by birds in London, but he's back and now it's time for the weekend stats.

Meals eaten out: 1
Times almost went out for cherry pie: 1
Retail therapy shopping sprees: 1
Times almost called 911: 1
Times hung out with friends: 3
Nights I lit the hanukkah thing: 4
Puppy training books read: 1.5

In an alternate universe, part 1.

In alternate universe, I am a respected food critic. In reality, I am a picky vegetarian whose occasional weaknesses bring me to snack on savory, olive oil-dressed tuna salad or crispy bacon, and can't give a fair review of any restaurant except maybe the Sunflower Drive-In in Fair Oaks, where there isn't any meat on the menu.

Cluck, cluck.

S.O.S.

Terrible mood approaching. Please send help.

Or pizza.

Crosstitch & Needlepoint.

I finally am checking out all the hoopla about Joanna Newsom. I have heard some songs here and there and decided to get the CD and really give a listen. I think I can finally describe this music in a few words.

Minimalist indie ballads played on a weird harp, sung by Shirley Temple and Harriet Wheeler's lovechild.

There. Phew!