My dog is 12 pounds. When she plays with bigger dogs or barks at the window washers, she thinks she’s 100 pounds. When she wants to leap onto your lap or lay on top of you at night, she thinks she’s no pounds.
It is funny to watch because she really has no fear. There was a massive dog in the dog park this morning who wanted nothing to do with her and was likely going to take her face off if we got any closer. My self declared doberman was pulling with all of her might to get closer anyway. Maybe she just doesn’t understand social queues. Who knows?
Right now she’s mad at me and sulking under my comforter because she kept walking across my computer. She does it for attention – at first I didn’t care, but then when she closed out of a 500 word post and now I can’t get the number 6 to work properly, I had to put my foot down and break it to her that her feather like demeanor is actually much heavier.
Update: to prove my point…
What comes along with the territory of not having a job is not having an income. And that is fine for right now – but as a result I need to make my savings account last. So I’m trying to keep the mentality that money is tight and I shouldn’t go out as much, I shouldn’t buy clothes right now and Darcy is going to have to cut back on her days at the race track. But I’m not worried financially. Things are tight in other places which has me a little more concerned.
When I first left my job I spent a lot of time being super lazy. Then, to cheer myself up, I went on a binge eating and drinking tour of the deep south. I spent two full weeks on the following strict diet:
Shrimp n’ Grits
Cheese (with all accouterments)
Strawberry Daiquiris (with an extra shot of rum)
Mimosas (normally a bottomless deal was involved)
Purple DrAnk (a slushy mix of grape juice, everclear and ice)
Corona, Corona, Corona
Upon return home I made the silly decision to step on my scale and I saw that my weight had increased by 6 pounds. So I thought – well that sucks. But figured it will drop quickly, I’ll just have to cut back on my favorite food groups of cheese and wine and add in spinach or peppers or something in the mean time.
Last night was when I realized how ‘tight’ all things really were. This dress was always rather form fitting, but last night we hit our breaking point… literally.
So yea… diet starts now. Retirement at it’s finest, ladies and gentlemen.