Apparently it's how you celebrate Mother's Day or something, because cryslea also has a post up about dog bathing.

Anyway, the boys were starting to stink, so with nothing else exciting planned for today, the BF and I designated today Doggie Bathing Day. I wish I had some great traumatic story to share with you, but they're both really good about it. Tyler isn't even spooked by the hair dryer anymore (yes, I blow-dry my dogs).

Pictures follow; click to embiggen.

( Wet Dogs )
Also, Newman is obsessed with the smell of dog shampoo. He keeps running sneak sniff-and-run attacks on them.

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Happy Cinco de Mayo. With that in mind, I consistently confuse chicharrones with churros and chimichurri. Amazingly enough not confused in the mix: chones and chimichangas.

The BF brought this coupon back from a software launch last night with the simple explanation "I figured you'd get a kick out of this." He gets me. He really gets me.



Awful in so many ways.

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Mondegreen of the now:

Fuck this Apple iParty
I want you to make love to me
and only to me in the dark

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In unrelated news, after a year-and-a-half, a ceasefire has finally been declared along the canine-feline border, AKA the back kitchen counter:
( It's like the video for Pipes of Peace, y'all )

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And now, back to my GTA IV pit.

See you in a few days, Internet.

Whose house?
RUN'S HOUSE!

Whose house?
RUN'S HOUSE!

I'm in the house, y'all
I'm in the house, y'all

God, these questions are awful

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ETA: Via thanat_0s:

Ouch.

HISTORY. LERN SUM.

New community:

vadges_n_fags

Two great tastes that taste great together!

SO BORED

I've even reinstalled AIM I am so bored.

When I am emperor of all I survey, I will require everyone to use the same username on all services they employ. I don't remember who matches up with which name so I am afraid to IM anybody for fear of being all "HAY SEXY SUP?" and having it turn out to be somebody's grandma or something.

Plz post your AIM screenname1 so I can reassociate you with it. Comments screened.

If you want to chat me up, I am SpiderSalad. Yes, I know I have violated my own rule. Deal.

Or hey, comments are screened anyway. Entertain me. Say horrible things about people on my flist. Post n00dz. Knock your happy ass out. Heck, I'll even turn on anon and off IP logging, if I can remember how.

ETA: Hey, who wants to remind me how to turn off IP logging? I can't find it.

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1. I haven't reinstalled any of the others yet. In point of fact, I haven't actually reinstalled AIM; I'm using the web client. Baby steps.

Congratulations to jameth for the Post of the Day yesterday (well, the day before yesterday, really, but I read it yesterday): Booger vaginas!. James narrowly edged out flemco's "Step back. Your cooter is not suddenly blessed.", 54.2% to 45.8%. A mere four votes separated the two entries. There's a civics lesson in this, namely "your single vote will never matter, no matter how small the election". Or something.

A well-fought contest by both competitors, and an A+ reading experience for everyone involved.

The moral of the story? People dislike babies more than other forms of vaginal discharge.

Oh Internet.

I dreamt last night that I was living in bad_mom's home town in New York with all of my relatives (many of whom are dead IRL). I participated in a competition at their church to build swamp boats/hydrofoils of some description, primarily out of egg whites, for celebrities. My celebrity was Britney Spears. Once the boat was built, we raced them all through the swamps, bayous, and creeks of San Antonio (which don't exist). Britney won, even though I accidentally spilled red Kool-Aid in some of the egg whites.

OMG TORNAYDAHS IN WILLIAMSON COUNTY PANIC PANIC PANIC

In less retarded news, there's a church I pass on my way to the vet. Their sign currently reads SPRING IS GOD'S WAY OF TELLING US HE LOVES US. Like most church sign sentiments, it's cute and pithy and totally falls apart under any kind of critical analysis. To wit: ok, so spring is God giving us a big smooch. What does that make winter, pray tell? God's way of telling us I WILL CUT A BITCH? God's way of saying I BROUGHT YOU INTO THIS WORLD AND I CAN TAKE YOU OUT OF IT? Because, really, spring is, under this stream of thought, really just God saving us from Himself, no? I mean, spring is just saving us from winter, right, AND GOD MADE WINTER?

To me, this means God is, at best, a Munchausen-by-proxy parent, eternally putting us into peril only to snatch us back, so He can remind us how good we have it and how great He is. But really, the only threat is God, right?

What a lovely sentiment for a church to share with us. SPRING IS GOD'S WAY OF EXHIBITING VIOLENT AND UNPREDICTABLE MOOD SWINGS, AIMING TO PUNISH YOU WITH COLD WEATHER, A LOUSY SELECTION OF PRODUCE, AND FROSTBITE ONE MOMENT AND THEN SHOWERING YOU WITH SUNSHINE, WILDFLOWERS, AND BABY ANIMALS THE NEXT.

There. Fixed.