State and Mane

I'm in a weird mood today. Some mixed up result of a sore knee and a short work week. I want to hurry and get everything done right now, but I can't seem to get started on anything. I don't know. Maybe this is all just a side effect of being awoken by my neighbors vacuum at six this morning. It was about the time I would normally get up anyway, but the vacuum was so much more jarring than my alarm clock. Who vacuums at six in the morning?

Also, I'm having a weird hair day. The curls are just twisting in odd directions and won't stay put. Must be all the humidity from Tropical Storm Bill (somehow I can't be intimidated by a storm named Bill, especially when I turn on the news this morning to hear that it is over Arkansas).

Fortuna the Clumsy

So, I managed to damage my knee this weekend. Entirely my own fault. We got a kid gate (you know, they kind you put in a doorway to keep a kid in or at the top of a flight of stairs so they don't fall) for the dog. That way instead of having to keep her in her kennel during the day we can put her in the kitchen (if left free she will eat holes in the couch and chew chunks out of the carpet). We set it up to test it out. In order to make sure Gwenn couldn't knock it over and get out, I did a foolish thing and leaned on it. I need to remember that I weigh much more than my beagle. I fell over and I landed on top of it. Or more precisely, my knees landed on it. I've been limping slightly ever since. Ouch! And I feel really stupid.

But the dog gets to stay in a much larger room now. So, yay for that.

Also, I am having to fight the urge to get another pet. We already have a dog that is larger than our lease permits. But every time I turn around I see a cute dog or cat that needs a home or someone adopting another animal. Must...fight...pack instinct...must not adopt.

Sigh.

Big Trouble in Little Memphis

Fiancee just confessed that he might want a cat. Actually the conversation went more like this:
Him: 'Did you get the pictures of my cousins new baby that I emailed you. Isn't he just so cute.'
Me: 'Yeah, he's very cute. Please don't tell me you are getting baby longing!'
Him: 'Not very much'
Me: 'No babies! We could get another pet. They're cheaper.'
Him: 'Well, maybe'
Me: W'e could get a fish.'
Him: 'No.'
Me: 'A hamster?'
Him: 'No.'
Me: 'Well, how about a kitty?'
Him: 'Maybe a kitty. I wouldn't mind getting a kitty.'

He can't want a kitty. If he wants one, then I'll have no willpower.

SSShhhhh... don't tell the dog!