Topic: It's a good thing
Okay, in the midst of all the whining about Ladies' Night and how I'm an unlucky loser, I forgot to tell you the two awesome things that happened on Monday!
First, I got a puppy! 4 years ago, Paul got the kids a puppy from a guy sitting out in front of Wal-Mart. This is pretty common around here. Those of you who live not in Smalltown, Oklahoma, might find this weird, then again you may not. But around here if your dog has a litter of pups and you don't feel up to feeding all 12 of 'em, you take the pups to Wal-Mart, sit their cute little puppy butts in a shopping cart and stand at the front doors all day long, hoping to find a few families full of kids whose parents are just a little too easy. When Paul got Jake, he didn't consult me first, just brought home a pup. Of course, the kids and I were ecstatic and we love our Jakey so much.
So when I saw a guy sitting in the back of his pickup the other day, with a colorful, hand-colored banner down the side of the bed that said "FREE PUPPIES" I was intrigued. From where we parked, all I could see were wiggling masses of fur, but they looked like cute wiggling masses of fur. I asked Paul if maybe, possibly, we could get a new puppy? He was downright rude when he said NO. I whined all through the store, putting on a shameless show of juvenile temper and basically just pissing my husband off. I even had our youngest child saying, "Daddy, you mean!" I will use every resource I have at my disposal to get what I want, know this. So when we left the store, I looked up at him, pouty look and everything, and said, "Well, you big meanie, can I at least go look at them?" He sighed and said, "Fine. If you'll shut up, go look at them, but you're not bringing one home." Honestly, I half-skipped over to that truck! Inside the bed were 4 black, wiggly, whiny, squirmy little masses of puppy-ness just peeing all over the place! I was hooked. I asked all sorts of questions, how old (9 adorable weeks), what kind (Lab and Heeler, which translates into Mutt and Mutt when you get down to it) and then had to walk away, tears threatening to spill... Head down, I dragged myself back to our truck and all but begged my husband for a puppy. It really was quite shameless. He was standing firm, refusing, not giving in.
Until Kady started crying.
Without ever looking at me he said, "I will drive around the building. You may pick out a male. You try to sneak a female in here and I will toss you and the dog out."
So here is the latest addition to the Diva Family - Little Dog.
He whines and howls a lot. This is starting to wear on the husband. I've tried reasoning with Little Dog, but he is only 9 weeks old... I just pray he learns quickly.
Now, the second awesome thing that happened on Monday - I bought this:
If you haven't seen this movie - oh you just MUST! I laughed myself into a coughing fit the first time I watched it. It gets worse each subsequent time I watch it. I will end up on oxygen if I don't learn to pace myself.
I actually wanted to name the dog Napoleon, but Paul said that when people call their dogs it should be names like Molly, Bo, Rosco, Flash, etc. He said he'd be damned if he'd yell for Jake and Napoleon. He's very closed-minded if you ask me.