Yeah, so, I drove David to the airport again this morning. He is flying to LA for work, and I planned to go straight from the airport to the office.
As we were walking to the car I noticed something: David was carrying a messenger bag and a small rolling suitcase, while I was carrying my giant red purse, my yoga bag, my lunch bag and a commuter mug.
Which one of us was going away for a few days again?
So anyway, my brother, Eric, and his wife, Marlina, got a wiener dog puppy last night. They named him Rufus, and, of course, they immediately sent me a picture.
He is really fuckin’ cute, right?
You know how most women look at babies and they get that pang, that feeling that they want a baby so bad? I get that way about puppies.
Of course, it is completely unfeasible for us to get a puppy right now. We are going to be leaving for our honeymoon next month. So basically, we’d be getting a puppy and then sticking my parents with a puppy and Homer to take care of two weeks or so.
“He’s not housebroken yet. Well, bye!”
Oh yeah, the honeymoon! It’s finally happening. David is going to be through with work travel next week, and I have gotten the go ahead from the boss that is it OK for me to take some time off. It looks like we are going to be ringing in 2011 in Paris. I need to buy a beret. I want to fit in.