Okay, let me clarify. I just got home from my great wun (my new term for walking/running intervals). Awesome warm day, great smell of fresh cut grass, lilacs, and lawn fertilizer. Yes, I truly do love the smell of lawn fertilizer. This wun took an hour, and it should have taken 30-35 minutes. Why, one may ponder? Because of Waffles. Waffles is a female pug who was wandering too far from home. I managed to finally get Waffles over to her house, by running. If I walked, she wouldn’t chase after me. I realized this after she finally crossed the street… right in front of a car. The car stopped, thank heaven. Waffles parents, the Pancakes (j/k) weren’t home. So I boldly opened the back gate to let little Eggo in. Then I went on my merry way running. This isn’t done yet, not five seconds into what I feel will be a finally successful endeavor, I hear the jingling of a coller behind me. Yep, you guessed it, there’s Waffles, running behind me, grunting and snorting, you know, just how a pug rolls. Well, I’m about.75 miles away from a busy street that is en route. This was CLEARLY not going to work. So I ran through the neighbor’s yard. Thankfully, it’s a local nursery where the seed and root things for their bigger nursery. No one was out back, so I was franically knocking on the back door, because Waffles was panting/grunting/snorting so hard, I’m afraid she might have a vein burst. She needed water. Finally, the older gentleman answered and took Waffles in. Apparently Waffles is quite the avid runner, and loves to chase after people in the neighborhood. Hmmm… maybe she needs to become my running partner and motivate me. She sure did give me a “run for my money!” Ha, no pun intended. And thankfully, these people were cool with me acting like an idiot in their backyards, and no one called the cops because I was trying to find out if there were any doors open in Waffles house so I could just let her in. Yes, it’s true, I would go to jail to save a dog.
Well, that’s my story for the day. It was quite the weekend. There were many many friends, many shots, beer, and a late night breakfast at the Belgian Waffle House. Yes, that place run by polygamists sure does make yummy food when you are shmammered. Cruella DeVille served us half the time. Some creepy guy that my friend, Steph pissed off by asking for coffee that wasn’t 12 hours old took care of us the rest of the time. I’m surprised I didn’t eat dalmation or get some sort of weird stomach flu.
It was PMR’s CD release. Great job at the Woodshed guys, ya’ll did great! And it was Minnie’s birthday, which explains the several shots involved. Sheesh, I also worked 30 hours between Friday at 5 and yesterday at 10pm. Yes, quite the weekend, I say!
Enjoy the pictures!
Haha, you make me laugh you freaking cute girl. Miss you!