Monday, August 07, 2006

Later That Day...

Okay, so I don't have to take Garfield to the Humane Society. One of the reasons this isn't happening is that it costs $53.65 to drop off an animal at the Humane Society.
"Good afternoon this is Will."
"It costs $53.65 to take Garfield to the Humane Society."
"Whaat? WE have to pay money?"
"Well, I guess there's the boarding fee, and the advertisements to see if he's lost..and then the shots and really we should just keep him."
"I will find him a home today."
Garfield is going to be a barn cat. I am not buying that this is such a great life, as I personally am not much into barns, but Will is trying to convince me that it is a heavenly life for cats.
In any case, I am just happy that he has a good place to go to and the barn is owned by a vet. At least the barn isn't owned by a taxidermist.

I keep realizing that I say I am going to write about something "later" and then I don't..I don't think I am going to write about Will's friend, though..it makes me too upset...so let's suffice to say that watching other people in train wreck relationships is like watching...well, a TRAIN WRECK and who wants to watch one of those unless you are really a sick person? It is hard to watch other people make dumb decisions. I am sure there are people in my family and old friends of mine who are nodding their heads vigorously in agreement right NOW..Of course they aren't..no one is taking the time to read this stuff.. I also know that they are very glad I am not making anymore colossally dumb decisions. This is in part because of Will, but even if there was no Will, which would be completely horrible, I would still be making better decisions. Once you start listening to the "good things" and you surround yourself with those kinds of people, it's a lot easier to make "un-dumb" decisons. I highly recommend it. AND YES, I KNOW "un-dumb" is not a word..I just like how it LOOKS!!
Okay I need to go and run. In Uptown, all I had in my fridge was a bottle of wine, some cheddar cheese and three jars of minced garlic. (Oh who knows..I had made some kind of dip or something!) Anyway, I know I am eating more and so I need to exercise...short girls cannot NOT exercise..or they end up looking like short FAT girls..so..I am off..to the farmhouse with the mailbox..which is a mile and then the stop sign which is two miles and oh blech..where's my bottle of wine?

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