The Start of Spring
First up: no, we still haven’t found the memory card.
Which makes me feel a bit like this:
Er, yeah: Terry bought these cakes as an Easter treat, but they got a little bit messed up in the box on the way home. Don’t worry, though: I love them even more for their … umm, let’s say “unusual” … appearance, in the same way that we can never visit an animal shelter, because I’d bring home every three-legged cat and one-eyed donkey I found, just so I could reassure myself they were getting the same amount of love as all the other animals. And I know what you’re thinking, here, and yes: I DID find it difficult to eat cakes with faces. Not so difficult that I couldn’t bring myself to actually do it, mind you, but my internal dialogue went a bit like this:
ME: AWWW, LOOKIT THE ICKLE BABY CHICK!
ME: I can’t possibly eat the chicks! Chicks are people too!
ME: No, I mean, look at their little faces, looking up at me, like…
ME: <bites head off chicken> PROBLEM SOLVED!
I also found it hard to eat this guy:
I mean, look at him sitting there, the picture of innocence! And then, the next thing he knows…
Which is actually quite disturbing, when you really think about it, isn’t it? I mean, this post is basically some kind of terrible chocolate bunny snuff movie now. I REALLY hope all you parents out there just tell your children the chocolate bunnies go to a lovely farm in the countryside, seriously. That’s what Terry told me, anyway. When I found out the truth, I was like:
Anyway, as you already know, I spent a good part of the Easter weekend doing some spring cleaning:
… and I spent the rest of it just relaxing with Terry and this guy:
Yeah, I’m dressing him in clothes now, what of it?
Actually, I’m not really dressing him like this just because it looks cute (although he DOES look cute, obviously…), or even just to embarrass Terry: as I said back in this post, Rubin has a skin tag on his neck, and although it doesn’t cause him any pain or discomfort, it IS a bit alarming to look at, so I got this to cover it up a bit. OK, and ALSO because it looks cute, in the way that only a small dog in a polka dot ‘kerchief CAN. Like the skin tag itself, Rubin doesn’t seem to notice it’s there, but then again, Rubin didn’t notice this giant piece of lettuce stuck to his face a few days ago, so…
I mean, SERIOUSLY. I was eating a sandwich, and had given him a piece of lettuce from it (He LOVES lettuce), but he was so busy begging me for MOAR lettuce that he sat with that piece dangling from his mouth for at least a minute. I despair. That was a cool story, huh? It’s that kind of amazing content that keeps you guys coming back here year after year, isn’t it? LOLZ.
On a more serious note, thank you for all of your lovely comments on my blog anniversary post: they were very much appreciated! That night, Terry and I went out to dinner to celebrate our wedding anniversary, which was on the same day:
This was inside my fortune cookie. I’m notorious for always getting a really crappy fortune (All time favourite: “You will encounter great struggles in your life.” Gee, thanks, cookie: that’s encouraging!), so I was initially quite pleased with this one, then I read it again, and I was all, “I MAY make a name for myself? MAY? Does this cookie even know who I AM?!”
Obviously I’m now determined to really show that cookie just how much of a name I WILL make for myself now. I think writing a blog post about that one time my dog got a piece of food stuck to his face is a good start with that? No?
Other than that, it’s been a quiet week, but a good one. Before we went on holiday, I was basically working around the clock in order to get posts scheduled for the break, so coming back to my usual workload has made me feel a bit like I’m only working part time or something, and the Easter holiday/wedding anniversary contributed to that feeling, too.
Normally I feel guilty if I don’t spend every spare second I have glued to my desk, but this week I decided to cut myself some slack, so I’ve spent a bit more time relaxing than I usually would – mostly just reading books and enjoying the longer days, which always make me feel a bit giddy. I’ll spend the next few weeks going around saying to everyone I meet, “Can you believe it’s still light outside?!” It just never gets old for me, although I suspect it’s not nearly as much fun for the people who have to listen to me, so I’ll stop rambling now.