oh crap!

Well the rest of Saturday lived up to it's expectations and the evening was a ridiculous, relaxing blast of long neglected/overdue domestic activities. I was so productive it's not even funny. I might be good on housework for the next month, and my dirty laundry pile is not only small enough to fit into the hamper (there was a hamper under that pile!), it's almost nonexistent.

The fun was compounded by a well deserved night out. I capped off the evening with a very adult cocktail hour (attended in sweats: I love partying at home!) at my friend Jessie's new house, which she is in the middle of painting and needed some advice on. We were oh-so-chic sipping wine and discussing work, paint swatches, the difficulties of trying to find a well cut suit, etc. It was one of those nights where I'm sitting there enjoying myself immensely and then I flash back to 10 years ago and laugh at how much my definition of fun has evolved over time. Straight out of "you know you're old when..."

Anyhow, I was back home by 11, which was lovely as it gave me time to f*ck off for a while before getting ready for bed and you all know f*cking off is one of my favorite activities. I spent some time straightening out plants, finishing the tidying I had started that day, making sure new fish* is settling into his home ok- he's a little spastic but so pretty he has leeway. He's like the high strung sexy model of the fish world around here. And given that his freaking out results in the display of his gorgeous fingertippy fins (technical term = crown tail) , you really can't hate when the dude pitches a fit.

*new fish! HN, for reasons that would take a bit of describing has come into 11 Betta fish. I have been admiring/torturing them with mirrors for a bit and this little guy is supreme! He's gorgeous and f*cking nuts. And his fins aren't smooth ending, they look almost like vulture feathers or something, or fingers- all ripply. Anyhow, I knew if I tried hard enough I could sucker HN into making him mine, so all I had to do was get a place set up for new fish to live and talk about his new home incessantly and how all it was missing was him and then voila' doesn't HN show up with my fish Sat after work. It's like he read my mind or something: yet another testament to the power of positive thinking. HN also has some females and I'm thinking of trying to breed some Bettas just to see if I could. The females are ugly as hell and would likely be flushed as soon as the first eggs hatched, but my little guys build such nice bubble nests I feel like it would be nice to give them some use for a change.

So, Sunday began much the same way as Saturday. I woke up, began to make conspicuous noises and be otherwise bothersome until HN woke up too. I looked surprised to see him awake so early and then asked if he wanted to join me at the Sunday farmer's market. The Sunday market is actually my favorite one, I only hit the Saturday one because it's a nice walk and I love mundanity sometimes.

Anyhoo: to the market, back from the market and straight to work finishing out *still more* unfinished projects- I'm telling you this weekend I was on it! - and I'm upstairs working on a potential duvet cover or quilt or whatever for my bed, sewing and pinning and messing around on the bedroom floor with dog supervising from the bed, looking terribly cute as she was mashed up as small as possible so as to make her entire body mass fit in this tiny little sunspot that was at the foot of the bed. I had another little moment of "life is good", which have been scarce lately and I'm thinking about trying to see if I can also fit in the sunspot with Dog when I happen to look at the bed and notice something on my duvet free down comforter. Hmmm, methinks. The dog appears to have tracked mud in the house. And I'm looking at it and I realize something weird is happening, my brain appears to have completely paused. So I'm staring at the bed and my brain's doing that thing where it's just figured out something you don't want to know, so it isn't telling you just yet and I'm trying to pop the bubble and make the thought known because now I know it's there and all of a sudden a light dawns on Marblehead and I realize; it's not mud...all that brown crap smeared all over my bed, blankets, sheets and comforter is POO! My bed looks like something out of a poo horror movie! it's even on my pillows! noooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!

WTF?! I thought dogs had like poo radar so that they didn't step in poo. Don't they have like dog poo sense or whatever? Apparently my dog is broken because this is the 3rd time in a month she's done this. and my yard is not a poo land mine. In fact, I had cleaned it over the weekend so she actually probably had a harder time stepping in the poo than staying out of it.
Sigh.

So I finish up what I'm doing, run a nice tepid 1/4 tub full of water in my freshly cleaned bathroom (oh yeah, I was a madwoman this weekend!) and go scoop up one dozey dog and drop her in the tub to commence her mani and pedi, aka Operation Scrub the Poo Off Your Feet. She's a little bent at the rude awakening and also not quite understanding of what is actually happening to her but we managed to get 'er done and then I drop her off -in her bed this time - so I can begin Operation Boil the Sheets and Blankets the Dog Tracked Poo on. She's doing the "please lady whatever I did I'm sorry but quit it with the water torture" belly up sad face thing, when I notice her 9th nipple looks a little weird. Doing some quick mental math I realize she doesn't have a 9th nipple so I look a little closer. She has not grown a 9th nipple she has a GIANT FAT TICK hanging off her belly. Sigh. I go get my tweezers, and while explaining to the dog cost/value proposition and my happiness as it relates directly to hers and does she get what I'm saying, I extract most of the fucker. The front legs will be with us shortly I'm sure.

Anyhoo, not too much happened for the rest of the day. More cleaning, arranging, and getting stuff done! which I just love. There are a number of things and rooms that are almost done now and I shall be posting pictures of the new way my house looks soon. But the past 2 months have been so ridiculous, the past month has been disgusting with work and I missed just kicking back and doing nothing really/whatever I wanted. Sorry for all the words, but I had to get the people caught up with my life.

I do have some pictures to show you though. The animals were hysterical this weekend- or perhaps I am just easily amused. It matters not, I have taken some pictures of them and here you go: