An Impromptu Salon

I wouldn't be surprised if every single post for the next few whiles starts with some adorable picture of Sebastian. Like the one above. We love Sebastian.

The Fourth of July festivities went off mostly hitchless, if not bitchless. Dana, Krista, Tabby, Cherese, Janine, Norma, Uncle Pappy, Uncle Mark and Aunt Karin, Aunt Debbie, and a few others came down, and everyone behaved exactly as they always do-- take it or leave it. For those who I'd rather leave, I cry bullocks. For those that I enjoy? Glorious.

On Friday, Julia called and asked if I wanted to get a little afternoon drunk. Duh. Well, afternoon drunk turned into a revolving door of people in and out of my house, killing off 3 cases of beer and eight bottles of wine. My friends rule. I was D-U-N done around 2:30am, but made it another hour. Woke up on my couch with a put away puppy, so the party counts as a complete success. 12 hours of solid drinking? I don't care if it was unplanned, that counts as a frickin success.

Works fucking sucks big wookie right now. I hope it turns around-- but in the meantime, I reckon I'm day job hunting. We'll see. I'm skeptical that things'll change, but I don't wanna jinx anything. I'd rather look at silver linings. Like yesterday, getting cut early from work because we only had 60 tickets sold, that was a blessing (though, I'm still really, really, really pissed about the whole thing). I got to take the puppy to his Uncle Geoff's to go play inside. He went totally nutball cornwallace crazy with all the new things to play with. He also tinkled on the rug TWICE. Puppies are not allowed at Geoff's anymore! Not until he's a big good boy (not just a little good boy).