Meeeet.

Riverside Clubhouse. Boooo. This is my fourth time there and still not a lot of veggie options. Every single salad was served with meat. I had some ravioli, which wasn't bad, but I felt like the portion was too small.

I'll try to eat at Spataro a couple more times before I really form an opininon about that place.

All the Boston Terriers in Boston say Wicked Bahrk.



Lil' baby Heylove. Just looking at some of these pictures from last winter makes my ovaries go crazy for another puppy. I keep checking out the breeder's poorly designed, obnoxious site looking and wishing for a baby brother or sister for the Riblet. But we have a hard enough time keeping up with the one we have. In fact, tiny Ribs has to be boarded at the vet for Labor Day weekend because we just don't feel right about leaving her with anyone else. It's partly because she's still a puppy and pretty needy (I wouldn't want anyone to have to swab out the nook under her tail, miss her "I have to go pee, so I'm going to bite your hand" signals, or even try to understand the idea that you can't play tug with her if she brings you a toy), but we're also a little neurotic over her, can't you tell? The only people I'd leave her with are busy most of the holiday weekend, which is totally okay. I'm just bummed about all the dough it's going to cost to keep her at the vet. F this S, mang! The vet should pay me to bring her there. Everytime we show up they're all over this dog like white on rice. Or should I say fleas on a stray dog? I need to switch vets, this place is too far anyway.

Channeling Paul Feig

I just read Kick Me by Paul Feig. I loved it so much. How could anyone undergo an adolescence like his and a) live to tell about it, b) make it so funny and c) remember so much of it? Much like when I immerse myself in too much Curb Your Enthusiasm and begin to feel like I'm Larry David, right now I'm channeling Paul Feig and starting to remember and make peace with a lot of my nerdy experiences growing up. I still cringe a little, but I'm beginning to think that some of these things are only funny stories now instead of the mortifying incidents they once were (no way I'm sharing! I'm just not there yet).

I know what you're thinking. Me, unpopular? Well, can't you tell?!

Cramping



This weekend we headded up to Camino Cove, up near Icehouse. All in all, it was fun.
Anyway, camping top and bottom 5:

'Smores
5. Campfire
4. Swimming
3. Boston carrier
2. Bunny dog
1. Mellow campers

Mosquitos
5. Smelly vault toilets
4. ATVs
3. Monster trucks
2. Dirty, dirty finger nails
1. Loud, teenage campers and their quotable quotes.
Skinny blonde chick #1: "Put the beer in the cooler! Put more beer in the cooler...woooooo!"
Skinny blonde chick #2: "I am not...a teeny bopper!"
Skinny blonde chick #1: "I just want to get waaassted!" (mating call?)
Small braugh dude #1: "I'm small, but I could totally take you!"
All of the braugh dudes and skinny blonde chicks: "Wooooooooo! WooooooOO!"