My mood has been pretty melon-collie for the last day or so. I don't know why. And I do know the correct way to spell "melancholy"; I just like melon-collie better. It makes me think of a border collie with a cantaloupe on it's nose and that thought helps to cheer me. I was only a little melon-collie last night so I was picturing a small melon on Charger's (that's my collie's name) head.
I sat in a new chair at work last night and this morning my back is hurting like it's being bitten by a thousand tiny ants. I don't feel sad right now. Just hurty. Wonderful!
It is raining cats and dogs outside. Rain bands from the lovely Hurricane Wilma. School was cancelled today so I'll get to bond with the boys instead of sleeping. Sweety has to drive a truck today because one of his drivers is on vacation. What really sucks is he has to drive in the direction of the hurricane. But I will stop thinking about that now because that brings to mind images of tractor trailer rigs that have been blown over on their side. I am sure he will be fine. Yes yes.
I hope the storm is long and strong enough that they close our office tonight. I do not want to drive in this crap.
This is Tiny dog dismounting after a rigorous session of humping Stinky's face. She knows that she is doing something that's unkind because whenever I point my camera at her when she's working it, she hops off. Little perv. That's my girl...
And here is poor Stinky trying to will me outside to watch her laze on the sidewalk. She loves to suck up the sun off the concrete but the second I go inside she turns into an insecure furball. I think she's afraid that I'm never coming back or something. I like how her ears prick up when she's all worried.
It is rare that I refer to the dog's by their "real" names of Tasha and Oy. They're just Stinky and Tiny now. Sometimes I call Oy "STD" for Super Tiny Dog. Sweety has taken to calling them "Ham and Egg". I call them my bitches a lot. I think that Tiny thinks her real name is bitch. The other day she was trotting across the floor and I said "hey bitch, how's it hanging?" and she actually stopped and looked at me. She doesn't do that when I call her Oy. I also call her "OyBean" (a little take on soybean). I should probably stick with one name for Tiny and use it exclusively or else she's never going to learn her name.
I should go lay down. I do hope the electricity stays on!