Yep, the transformation to bat-shit crazy dog owner is complete. I actually look forward to the seldom bestowed doggie kisses. I'd probably feel differently if they were lavishly gifted or even the least bit wet, but we all know that's not the point. There are pictures. By the way? Entirely Rachel's fault. I was not insane before I started reading Twilight. I'm not saying I didn't have my tendencies, but I was not certifiable. I'd already spent 6 CRAZY weeks on the whole friggin' Edward and Bella thing. And yes, I named Alice after the coolest character in the book.
Until this little thing has put on some weight (she's less than 6 pounds and should probably be closer 8), there is a moratorium on BBQ jokes. BILL. You shall not skewer the underweight, got it?? I suspect the Bastard Neil will have someone competing for all that lamb.
Update: Alright, perhaps I cannot claim that Rachel is responsible for making me crazy. Bert claims I was crazy LONG before she came along (and his records go back to 1991). However, I think that everyone who knows me well knows my opinion on dogs. I hate them. So SOMETHING turned me from crazy to batshit. I'm blaming Rachel for THAT! Thank you, Rachel.
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"By the way? Entirely Rachel's fault. I was not insane before I started reading Twilight. I'm not saying I didn't have my tendencies, but I was not certifiable. I'd already spent 6 CRAZY weeks on the whole friggin' Edward and Bella thing. And yes, I named Alice after the coolest character in the book."
Uh huh . . . . ok . . . all evidence to the contrary. Afterall, you let John and I live in your basement . . . . .
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