The Sonia Show

Writer. Mocker. Beer drinker. Old movie watcher. Mother. Goober.

Purses, puppies and Paris

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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.

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Author: The Sonia Show

I'm a writer/mocker/goober/mother in San Francisco who likes to drink beer, shop, laugh and make other people laugh, podcast, watch old movies, feed my unhealthy obsession with pop culture, kick breast cancer's ass, wear orange and root for the San Francisco Giants, participate in general jackass-ery, talk about TV, eavesdrop on strangers' conversations, make nerdy “Star Wars” and “Simpsons” references, and post personal things about myself on the web for all to read, which makes me some sort of literary exhibitionist.

3 thoughts on “Purses, puppies and Paris

  1. Jesus, there is nothing cuter than a sleeping puppy, is there?

    Paris! Fantastic! Except for all the French people. KIDDING. Have fun!

    • But the beret will help me fit in with the French folks, right? Lucky for me, David speaks French so I will just do a lot of smiling and nodding.

      As for the puppy, I think my brother is afraid to let me see him person. I might just put him in my purse and leave.

  2. He is so…cute could be Homer all over again…I know that pang….just got to love him…..

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