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Best Friends

She knows that her part of the bed is the foot.
I know that she loves eating cat kibbles as treats now and then.

She knows I hate it when she pees on the carpet.
I know that it takes a while for her to get used to the grooming table on dog shows.

She knows that I love it when she eats well, so she has her salmon pieces and comes for her praise immediately. She must really hate salmon, though.
I know that she is dying for me to forget her with the squeaky mouse a tad too long so she can wreck it for good.

She knows me so well that when she goes looking for me around the house, the very first place she looks is the computer room.
I know her so well that I only buy the bubble gum smelling balls at the store, because they’re her favorite.

I love her.
She knows that I do.

It totally matches your outfit!

Post previously named “One step closer to insanity”.

Today was a good day. Apart from all the plenty of fun at the zoo taking pictures and praying for it not to rain, and on the ride itself, I went to the regular market and found eight to ten chicken neck trays, already without skin. The supermarket woman then asked me how many I was taking, to which I promptly answered, ‘how bout all of them, and do you have any more at the back’.

No, I guess I’m not your average woman. I wonder what these people on the market think, though? That I am into some crazy diet, to say the least.

Once is the soundtrack for my life

I think it’s time we give it up
And figure out what’s stopping us
From breathing easy
And talking straight

The way is clear, if you’re ready now
The volunteer is slowing down
And taking time to
Save himself

The little cracks that escalated
And before we knew it was too late
For making circles
And telling lies

You’re moving too fast for me
And I can’t keep up with you
Maybe if you slow down for me I
Could see you’re only telling

Lies, lies, lies
Breaking us down with your
Lies, lies, lies
When will you learn?

So plant the thought
And watch it grow
Wind it up
And let it go…

A Hundred Hannah’s

Hannah is out of our hystorical litter of eight, in collaboration with our lovely friend Camilli’s Tigre and our Ninna, my first frenchie.

Thanks, Rafaella, for taking great care of our forever tiny baby girl and spoiling her rotten. Couldn’t have picked a better mommy for her. And you do try to help her laying off the liquor, but no such luck yet. And try to make sure she doesn’t spend much time watching TV.

Purse Curse

And there it was, with my newest and coolest aunt. I instantly went crazy over it, which is a miracle, since I am not at all into fashion and you are much more likely to see me go nuts on pet supplies, especially at a butcher’s.

Being the cool aunt that she is, she told me where she’d gotten it. And being the cheapskate aunt that she is, she had gotten it with a 50% discount at a crazy sale. And it was so cheap, as cheap as I would have never thought of. The next day, I went over to the store and got it. They had just received this HUGE supply of new cute black purses with polka dots.

My grandfather was absolutely delighted over this whole deal, to him it was the funniest thing ever and he would tell the story to all of the nurses and physiotherapists that visited us at the hospital that day. And then my other aunt got there and heard the story from him. She laughed and asked if I could buy her one of these the next time I was at the mall and she’d pay me back. No problem, right? We could always SMS each other and call the right to go out with dottie a given day.

Except that today the housekeeper tricked me into saying how much it costed and she loved it too, loved the price and can’t wait for me to buy hers. Half the family owns the bag now. How great is that?!

ten letters to no one

1 - Please, if you must do like one of those many people who like to copy my HTML and CSS codes, at least be so kind as to not leave my website name as a metadata keyword. Extra kudos go to those of you who don’t actually copy the entire website. I think some people might have become worked up over google’s newest result number one to a certain keyword we all know.

2 - When I asked if you had free tickets laying around, I didn’t necessarily mean you were welcome to join us. The tickets alone would have been just fine.

3 - If Yaza goes through all the trouble to climb up the sofa to poop, why won’t she hit the newspaper or the grass every once in a while, as a THANK YOU, maybe?

4 - Bizarre moment of the week: “Would you please start updating your blog again? Otherwise, how the hell am I supposed to know what you’re thinking?”

5 - Yes, it was me. I ate all the chips. And I would have done it all over again if I had the choice.

6 - I know you love your work and that you are super busy, but after ten years if you cannot find a sunday to just lay around and keep your promises, then I am truly sorry about your kids and I don’t wanna turn into you, even if it means I’ll have to give up some of my dreams.

7 - I know you told me I couldn’t run from life and my problems, and they are finally catching up with me here. But it’s a mistake I had to make and see for myself. Some problems were indeed solved, but new ones that are somewhat just as nasty as the old ones appeared. You were right. I knew you were right back then, but I wouldn’t have done it any way differently. Thanks for caring, anyway. I love you!

8 - And you. Stop saying we have to stop. You know we won’t. After a while, everything comes back full force, so get over it already. This is it, the Real Deal. And the Real Deal doesn’t know how to wait.

9 - Your webdesign skills suck. And I mean, terrible. The webdesign police should arrest you forever. I’m sorry, but I just can’t bring myself to saying that to you. You’re just so nice…!

10 - Stop talking about my dad like that. Even though I was five when he died, it still hurts to know how everyone robbed him and rioted the car after the accident. I can’t stand it. Stop treating me like I am twelve and I have a curfew. Stop saying good things about them three and only complaining about me. Stop SCREAMING at me, it won’t bring them back, it will only push me away, and we all know how short you are of a real family, so keep close to the ones who haven’t turned their backs on you yet. And I love you in spite of all that, so stop hurting me, it’s killing me and I am one step closer from leaving.

True Blessing

True blessing is having my iPod soaked in water yesterday and having it still work today. I thought it was all over. I cannot function without music. Phew!

Catching up with my tv shows. Today I got to Chuck 2×05, 6 more to go. Then there’s Dexter and How I Met Your Mother. I lost my patience with Weeds, Grey’s, House and The Office. Waiting for 24 and Lost.