Last night I got to cap off an absolutely STELLAR evening (thanks
(e:Ajay)!) with a sleepover at Brodie's
house. It's not what you think. Brodie is my friends' dog, and seeing how disfunctional some of my friends' dogs are, it's a good thing most of my friends don't have kids. Anyways, Brodie does not like to sleep alone, so last night I slept with Brodie. (Hey, come to think of it, how come I don't get to claim some special need like that and have everybody go to great lengths to accommodate me? Hmmmm?) To top it off, Brodie is an aggressive spooner. We started out the night claiming proportionate portions of the bed. By morning, I had been spooned to the outermost edge of my side.
Perhaps I'm a little too accommodating.
Speaking of accommodating: Thanks
(e:Ajay) for restoring my faith in the male gender of the species, among other things! I'd like to officially issue an advisory to the women of NoCal: He can cook, he can converse, he can hang pictures with machine-like precision. Quit yer bitchin' ladies! It's open season.
The firechicken theme is the one that later developed into orange. Mabye I should bring back firechicken