Wherein I Rip the Mimi Smartypants Numbered List of Random Shit Format, Sort of

1. It is raining SO HARD here today. I was surprised the weather could actually get so dramatic here in the land of sunshine, palms and agave where every morning I walk out the door and say, "Wow! What an incredibly beautiful day!" and Eazy yawns, "Yeah. Another one." It's never too hot or too cold, sort of always just warm in the afternoon and kind of cool and misty in the evenings. We run the heater in our apartment, but it's just an ever-so-bitsy little gas radiator that hangs on the wall and clicks tunefully as it fires up and cools down through the night. Even today, with the rain coming down in sheets and umbrella-inverting wind lashing the trees, it's much warmer than it looks, and I was eager to shed the bulk of my woolly winter scarf coming in from the grey.
2. On my way here to the web cafe I saw two little lost dogs cruising yards along a busy street. They were scrambling around kind of directionless and excited and scared-looking, like We know this area but we've never been able to pee here off-leash before so I was sure they belonged to a home nearby. But when I called them over and checked for tags I found they weren't wearing any and I got a little jazzed about how I would heroically load them up in the car and drive to the animal shelter where we would scan the pups for microchips but we wouldn't find one in the little guy, the scrappy terrier mix who intrepidly scouted all the radical pee-spots and then offered to share with his timid shepherd buddy with a kind of jaunty wag-and-nod. I would selflessly offer to take the terrier home because I know the shelter is always plenty full, and I would provide him only the best loving care until such a time as it was determined that no one else was coming for him, and of course no one would, and then he would become Wayne, the future Companion Animal that occurred to me in the shower a couple of days before Lucy died. Anyway, in Real Life I kind of creepily lured the dogs into my car with doggie treats I keep under the seat for just such a pervy occasion, and then a neighbor came running up who knew what the deal was and helped me secure the dogs back in the yard where it turned out they belong and I hoped they had a dog house or something so they wouldn't get sodden. Also I was happy they were returned safely home, but I'm a little stung and sorry by the dissolution of my five-minute fantasy that the little feller would get to be Wayne. 
3. A collegiate-type over at the by-the-minute PCs just came over and asked me out. I'm so glad he took cover in the bathroom before I turned nine shades of purple after shutting him down. Abject deficiency in the art of saying no to people (especially people of the male variety) about anything, is still the most unfortunately telling hallmark of my Mormon upbringing.
4. I was going to do a 4, but now I'm not; I'm going home to start a puzzle.

Comments

[Laura]

Wow! I had a similar dog experience except it was a Chihuahua and his name was Merrylegs (only in real life it was--blech--Bambi).

Btw I say no all the time and am still Mormon, go figure!

YOU are supposed to call me! I have a funny story to tell you.