casserole of fun

Hola.

We've been contemplating getting a dog for several weeks but after looking at the reality of Simon's work schedule and alllllllll of the nights he won't be here I decided that I need a dog. I need a guard dog to chat with and be an older sibling to Julia and to be properly saddled up so that I might ride him or her to the hospital when I'm in labor because the negative nancy that dominates my being says that Simon will be busy tending to other laboring ladies when my shining hour arrives. 

So...to Craigslist I turned. After weeding through the ads for a mini alligator, an opossum ('friendly little buddy that goes anywhere!'), 100 crickets at the bargain price of 5 cents a pop, and a trio of bearded dragons I finally found a few promising pups. Unfortunately...I've only gotten two responses to my inquiries. The first was a 'short three hour drive' away and the second came for 'a small rehoming fee' equal to half of a mortgage payment. No thank you and no thank you again. At this success rate...we might just have to settle for the clean and empty bird cage that is free to a loving home...

yee haw

Perhaps I will be successful in convincing Simon that a trip to a shelter this evening might be the way to go because in addition to being a nasty pessimist I also have zero patience and would like a dog now... not tomorrow or the next day or the next. 

Virtueless, pathetic soul.

I'll keep you posted on our findings...don't worry.

moving right along...

Shockingly enough, it has been insanely hot here lately. So hot that even with the air conditioning on, Julia tends to wake up from her naps in a little vat of sweat droplets and emitting a little odor that might just prompt me to add 'deodorant application' to her morning chore chart. I can only wear my casual black dress that could probably pass for a nightgown so many times and I've been enjoying these shorts but was in a scandalous mood this morning and wanted a shorter pair. 

I thought these were super cute and got allll excited that there was a tutorial on how to make them but felt a litttle bit stupid when the tutorial told me to: cut jeans...get shorts. 

duh.

So....I cut these jeans which I found while unpacking a stray box and didn't feel bad about cutting as they are fully whiskered and have this faux patch bologna on one knee. Not sure what idiot thought it would be smart to purchase these bunnies back in 2004:

and tried to make this maternity v-neck a little less capital V-neck and a little more lower case v-neck

(camera still dead...forgive the uglies)

I rigged Julia up on the picnic table with an old tennis shoe holding the phone in place and before a blade of glass blew by and zapped her attention snap, she snapped one photo in which I was looking at the camera and one in which I was making sure my zipper hadn't fallen down with the belly bulge:

you get the grainy gist...short and scandalous paired with fiesta on my footwear

I'm not ready to type about it yet...but we're on day twoish of letting Julia cry it out. Day one brought my resignation as Julia's mother and day two hasn't been much better but with another sleep sucker on the way...I am desperate. 

cute but not at 11 pm, 1 am, 2 am, 3 am, 4 am and finally in our bed at 5 am...

again...I'll keep you posted on our progress. 

Off to make some comfort pizza and continue to Google "non-shedding, good with kids, free, house trained, saddle ready dog in St. Louis"

until tomorrow,

Grace