So the blog is going on a little unplanned hiatus. I've decided to check into rehab following a 36 hour alcohol and cocaine binge, where I danced naked with porn stars before collapsing and being rushed to the hospital.
Oh wait, that's Charlie Sheen.
I always get us confused.
Why is it that he still has a job and I don't?
Actually, I have to leave town to attend to a minor family emergency. Could be a few days, could be longer. It's hard to tell at this point.
I was going back and forth as to whether to take the dogs or not. On the one hand, it's going to be a hassle and a distraction. On the other, I love them and worry about leaving them in the sole care of the boyfriend. Don't get me wrong - he loves them as much as I do. It's just that his parenting skill set is a little lacking. Years ago he tossed out the idea of adopting a little girl, someone he could shop for and dress up like the princess he never was. When I pointed out that our house at the time had no spare rooms, he helpfully suggested we could just keep her in the basement. And then last night I had a dream that I came home to a neighborhood plastered with "Lost Dog" flyers, sooo...
it looks like the dogs are getting a road trip.
I should be back by Monday.
