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Chihuahua and The Guy do not get along. To be more accurate, I should say that Chihuahua hates The Guy’s guts and wishes he would leave. And in Chihuahua vocabulary, leave = die. A List of Chihuahua’s Recent Transgressions: 1. Peeing on his bed. I think a person’s ability and willingness to deal with kitty litter is sort of like paper towels: You’re born with a roll of a certain size, and every time you’re faced with kitty litter, you metaphorically tear one off, clean up the kitty litter and throw it away. I used the majority of my roll before . . . → Read More: On Kitty Litter Oh my gosh, you guys. I apologize for my WEEK-LONG absence, but my limited ability to deal with bullshit and stress kind of imploded last week. Please note: I need to talk about a lot of bullshit in this post, but that will almost certainly offend my mom, my more conservative friends and readers and, perhaps most . . . → Read More: That’s Just Kitty Litter, Man. Or, At Least I Didn’t Do Something This Stupid at My OWN Wedding. (Although There is Still Plenty of Time.) —- So Saturday night, The Guy and I went to our friends Tiffany and Bob’s wedding. It was very lovely and sweet, and the sit-down dinner reception, held at Sam’s Town Hotel & Casino here in Shreveport, promised a . . . → Read More: Coulda Been Worse According to our wedding website (and, I guess, the calendar, but I’m really bad at math), The Guy and I have 79 days to go until our wedding. I’d be lying like a dog if I said I hadn’t experienced any stress. Both our lives are really busy right now, and it’s hard to find time for . . . → Read More: One Flew Over the Guestbook As I’ve said before, The Guy owns a home in an older part of Shreveport. The house has good bones, but it needs a lot of updating, which we’ll start on right after we’ve finished splitting our last dollar among various wedding vendors. (I kid, I kid.) No, the main problem with the house isn’t The (Pink) Carpet . . . → Read More: The Hook Brings You Back One of the reasons I quit smoking is I didn’t like checking my pack each evening to see if I had enough cigarettes to last until morning. Sometimes, I didn’t feel like leaving the house, or I was busy, or it was raining, and I hedged my bets. Often, I made it through with but a . . . → Read More: Cold Turkey |
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