2/11/03
21 days until we get our puppy. 🙂
My contact appointment went very well last night. Maybe I caught the woman on a bad day before because she was really pleasant yesterday.
We got one of those 3D puzzles over the weekend. Hubby had said he wanted some puzzles to do so we went to Toys R Us and picked up two. One that’s your run of the mill 1,000 peice pretty scene and one that’s 3D. The 3D one is the Golden Hall of Edoras from the Lord of the Rings. How could we pass that up considering we’re both huge fans of Lord of the Rings. The rating on the puzzle was difficult and I see why. Hubby and I have been working for a couple nights on it and actually most of it is together. I’m working on the pain in the ass thatched roof. All my peices look exactly the same almost and it sucks. Hubby is taking the walls and stuff we’ve put together and making them stand up. We’ll have to take a picture of this thing when we get it together.
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I have the weirdest daydreams. I have a tendency to just stand under the water in my shower and enjoy the feel of the nice hot water. But my mind tends to wander off at times and it always wanders to the same place. I have a phobia of spiders and one of the weird daydream type things I have is that all of a sudden the water coming out of the shower head turns into millions of tiny spiders pouring out of the shower head all over me.
I fucking hate spiders and I swear they’re out to get me. My husband LIKES spiders. He catches the impressive one’s in jars, names them, and keeps them as pets, outside of course, I don’t let him bring them inside. 🙂 He even has photographs on his wall of some spiders he’s found around our property. He’s nuts! But anyway, when there’s a spider inside the house who does it decide to bother? Me, always me! Their favorite way to torture me? Dropping off the ceiling just in front of me! That happened at work once and I can’t even count the number of times it’s happened in the various places we’ve lived. At work there was a HUGE spider and just as I walked into my cubicle it dropped out of the flourescent light above my desk. I jumped back, screamed then froze. I didn’t know what the hell to do so I ran to get hubby to come and kill it. There was another instance where I closed the door to the bathroom when we were living in Stafford and I actually squished a large spider with the door without knowing. It’s guts landed on my hand and the carcass fell to the floor right in front of my feet. I scrubbed and scrubbed my hand and screamed and cried for probably close to 20 minutes. I swear, those sneaky little bastards know that I’m terrified of them because they never fall in front of hubby, they never appear anywhere near him, they’re always above me on the ceiling, in my paperwork, on my side of the car or dropping down in front of me or landing on me. The only time they jump out and scare hubby is when he’s doing the dishes, for some reason they like living in our sink. Ugh, I hate spiders!!
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Anyway, nothing really interesting going on around our place. We’re trying to keep it simple and save up some money so we can get the rest of the dog supplies and save up for the last of her puppy shots. At least dogs are easier to take to the vet than cats. The cats are terrified of the vet. Dogs are sometimes scared of the vet but it’s not the same, dogs don’t have pointy claws that dig into your skin and leave scars. I do dread the day we have to take her and leave her to get her spayed though. I remember when we got Kenny nuetered. As soon as the vet called and said he could come home I was out of the office, screw work I’m getting my kitty, hehe. His little face when I left him there was heartbreaking, I swear he thought we weren’t coming back. There’s nothing harder than walking into a place with your pet and walking out without them, even if it’s only temporary.
Anyway, I should probably think about getting to work. 🙂
Oh, man, I’m getting the willies just from reading your spider stories!!! And yes, your hubby is a bit on the psycho side, if you ask me. PHOTOS?? Of SPIDERS??? Oh. My. GOD!!!! I’m so scared of them I could scream and cry over just a LITTLE one! Spaying really isn’t a big deal. The dog doesn’t know any differently, of course, and it’s a relatively minor operation. But still. . . poor thing!
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