I’m cold, hungry, tired, and there are wolves after me.

The rain we had been threatened with has made an appearance, so it’s good that I did not ride Sally to work today. However, I desperately wish I was wearing pants, because it is very cold in my office and I have to go outside to get some food soon so I will be even colder. My life is SO HARD. I should complain about it some more.

Today is my mom’s birthday. She got herself a birthday present over the weekend, of sorts – she viewed and rented an apartment near Hillside Mall in Victoria. I still get good daughter points; the place she ended up with is one that I found for her to call. It’s vacant now, so she can move in at any time. Ed and I were planning a painting trip; we’d go to Victoria and paint the place for her so it’s all shiny and new. Thing is, it was painted less than 6 months ago and apparently is quite nice as is – we talked to her new landlord already, who said that everything was recently renovated and the walls painted by an artist who made everything all pretty. I have another idea, though – as a belated birthday/house warming present, we’ll go over and clean the place real good, then buy her whatever apartment necessities she’ll need. The place has no carpet, so a Swiffer is in order – as well as power bars, maybe some plants, environmentally friendly light bulbs, etc.

I’m pretty excited for her (and for me, since this means she won’t be calling me nightly to complain that apartment hunting is too hard). Her landlord sounds pretty cool, and I hope everything will go smoothly for the move. We’ll be making at least two trips to the island shortly, and I may take a few days off to help move/setup things. There’s some coordinating to be done, but it’s all good.

If Ed asks, I absolutely have not been in contact with the puzu breeder and am not getting pictures of the new litter this week; the litter that is definitely not available for adoption at the beginning of July. Nope, not at all. Don’t you trust me?

I have a very, very bad headache. I wrote a brief recap of our Saturday, but when I reread it I realized I was typing in tongues so I deleted it.

OH SHIT NO! Our new downstairs neighbours just brought home the puppy they mentioned they were getting, and OH OH OH I THINK IT’S A PUG!

Time to go steal a puppy!

Update: OH OH OH PUPPY! It’s actually a Puzu, which is a cross-breed of a pug and a shih-tzu. Naturally I’ve been doing research like mad, since my attempted theft of said puppy was unsuccessful – the puppies can lean either way, looking more like a shih-tzu or like a pug (such as Milo downstairs). So. Fucking. Adorable. He fell asleep on my boob and smelled like a puppy and looks like a pug and is so cute I could just cry. I’m now researching the hell out of the breed, since I didn’t know they existed and way back when, before I fell in love with pugs, I was actually considering a shih-tzu puppy. Also, our new neighbour got him from a breeder in Merritt, and it cost about a 3rd of what a pug would cost me here.

As you might be able to tell from my fast typing, I am doing some extremely fast talking to get Ed swayed to the Puzu side of the force.

SO CUTE.

*love*!

Random Cream: Last night I ate a piece of Ed’s birthday cake at my desk. Later, I saw some white goo on my keyboard and thought it was icing from the cake, so I wiped it up with my finger and stuck it in my mouth. It wasn’t icing – it was moisturizer.

No Pants: When I wear skirts to work, I generally wear jeans underneath for my scooter ride in. Not only does this look completely awesome; it also provides some measure of safety when the inevitable happens. I’d like to keep as much of my skin as possible in case of an accident, so I layer up before I ride. On Tuesday I was running late and completely forgot my pants to wear under my skirt – which, unfortunately, was a smidge shorter than the length needed to make for easy scooter cruising. I made it to work okay, but the wind picked up in the afternoon and I had to ask Ed to swap me vehicles for the ride home.

Last night’s Birthday Meat Fest was a messy good time. Most of us had never been to the BBQ house before, and were in for more meat than any of us had seen served at one table. Ed thoroughly enjoyed his Memphis Feast, and I did what I could with my rib thingies. Truth be told, I’m not a huge fan of BBQ. I have issues with messy hands and grease, and I can’t eat meat off a bone to save my life. I never order and very rarely partake in chicken wings for this very reason – I usually end up wasting far more than I’m able to pick off the bone in question. Messy, greasy, squishy meat literally turns my stomach, as I’ve unfortunately spent the last 15 hours discovering. Everyone else had an excellent time though, so next time I know to just order things without bones and try not to think too hard about it all.

Tonight we are going to a soiree at Miranda and Reilly’s place, and tomorrow I believe we are crossing the wooden rolly coaster off our list as well as popping Josh and Shan’s Richmond Night Market cherry. Mojitos, a rickety midway and meat on a stick? We’re in for an excellent 48 hours.