It's a Post about Nothing

Do you know what drives me absolutely bugshit? Hearing my dog chewing on her feet. Ginny chews on her own toenails, and I don't even have to trim them because she rips off the long ends and I find them on the floor. I'm sensing that with the new low shag rug I'm going to be stepping on their hard little points before I even see them.

I just told her to knock it off 4 times in the past 2 minutes. She's on a roll, obsessively chewing, chewing, chewing. It's going right through my ear drums and into my brain, which is not in good shape after the drunken blog debauchery of last night. Yes, I got drunk. I put Livvie to bed and hit the big jug of Jim Beam and started pouring the Coke Zeros. I hit the point of tipsy after drink number 3, and hit the point of blotto by drink number 6. I ended up IMing with a friend of mine, who was also rather lit, so that means we weren't drinking alone, right? Actually 2 of my friends were IMing while lit, and that means I had a party at my desk. Rich was drinking beer. Lightweight. :)

Ginny is now licking the baby gate. Awesome.

I love dogs but they're totally disgusting. Thankfully I don't have dogs that roll in nasty stuff in the yard, and that's good because I once found 2 dead turtles in the yard that Rich had accidentally hit with the lawnmower. Ginny was absolutely interested in them, but I had her on a leash and managed to keep her from eating them. And I'm absolutely sure she would have tried. Witness hot wing incident of 2007.

That's all for today. Have a great weekend everyone. And stay away from the bourbon and cokes.