You can thank me later

“If my devils are to leave me, I am afraid my angels will take flight as well.”
~ Rainer Maria Rilke

So what I think is pretty cool is that I am wearing work clothes that I have not had opportunity to wear in about a year and a half, and they actually fit a lot better than they used to. My pants are bordering on the ‘little too big’ side for a change, and believe me it is a refreshing change.

Flip side to that is that I didn’t realize that I was actually that big before I left California. Ugh. Yuck.

::shudder::

Anyway, this may be the last chance I have to say this for a while, but the weather here in Minnesota is freakishly warm for this time of year (normal high is like 47 and when I got up this morning at 5:00 AM it was already 53, expected high of 75, now … /geek-assed weather talk). I’m wearing cropped pants, a t-shirt and flip-flops – to work! I’m starting to think that some of the perks we are afforded here are worth the tedium and repetitive stress disorder.

I mean, really – wearing flip-flops to work really is an invaluable luxury, no?

I read something recently regarding animal neglect and it completely broke my heart. Gracie was snuggled up by my feet at the time and I had to resist picking her up to hug her close to make sure she knows how much she’s cared for. I love that little beast so freaking much it’s annoying and I simply cannot imagine anyone being so arrogant as to abuse an animal via neglect.

There’s just so much personality and love in that little black breadbox of a pug. I don’t know what I’d do without her most days (other than sleep in and not worry about being a conscientious dog owner and picking up dog poo when we go for our walks). One look in her big brown eyes and if you don’t fall just a little bit in love with her … well, I don’t think we can be friends.

I don’t need a relationship, I just need my little hound to love me – and she does.

So, um … remember That Someone?

Guess who texted me the other night and then kept up a back and forth conversation for like two hours, ending with “well, I’m at my cabin so maybe I’ll see you when you come up this weekend”?

I don’t get it, but whatever. Maybe I’ll see him, maybe I won’t have time.

OK, so gross-out theme of the day:

My coworkers were discussing random smells this morning, and someone mentioned that when you catch a whiff of something, say a flower, it’s because little particles of that flower are floating around and that’s what your olfactory system senses and processes. It’s kind of a romantic notion, thinking you’re breathing a little part of a pretty flower, no? I mean, if you don’t have allergies or whatever.

Not so romantic when you walk into the bathroom and notice, olfactorily, that someone has just taken a dump.

Think about that one for a minute.

You’re welcome.