My heart bleeded, girl

I am somewhat spoiled and therefore I'm beyond excited for tonight's SPN. Beyond. Excited.

So yesterday I let Horace off his leash to play fetch for a while. There was a SQUIRREL and he went haring off. I went after him with the leash, and every time he saw me, he would bound away. At one point I had hold of his tail, but he took off again. We were three yards down and almost to the street. He finally bounded back toward our house, and I caught him in our yard. That's it, no off-leash for him again. After tromping around the neighborhood in my slippery wet Crocs, I had to ice my leg and I wanted to kill him.

Then Larry spent most of the day doing yard work, clearing the deck furniture, stuff like that. He locked Neville in the garage and I spent ten minutes walking around the yard looking for him before I thought to ask if he was inside. Then Larry locked him in the shed and I again spent - you see where this is going. Both times Larry said, "I thought he was with you!"

Lar - he misses you desperately. Why would he be with me when you're home?

Today Larry is at the meeting he came home for, so I'm going to spend the day writing. I'm trying not to think "Gah, so disruptive." I don't want him to feel out of place in his own home, even if he doesn't spend much time here, you know? It's just weird.

And I just discovered that sirens make Horace howl. There are more sirens around here than in Manhattan, I'm sure. I have no idea why, must be a lot of house fires or something. Anyway, every time we hear them, Horace howls.

Even though I explained to Erin twice that neither Larry nor I could be in Columbus last evening, she made an appointment with the caterers for a food-tasting. She insisted they refused to reschedule, so she went alone, even though she had a migraine and a fever. She brought most of it home with her to try when she was feeling better. And now she wants to go try on more wedding dresses, even though she already bought one. Actually, that's fine. She only tried on five before she bought it. I told her she can try on as many dresses as she wants, there's no reason not to. She's so stressed at work, and I just feel badly for her. It's Christmas floor-set time at A&F and she's not getting home until 8 or 9 at night. I'm never sure what her actual position there is, but I do know she was in on the discussion when Mike Jeffreys decided to publicly ask the cast of The Jersey Shore to stop wearing A&F/Hollister clothing.

Ashley's roommate is turning out to be Single White Female and she sends me long emails at least once a day telling me all about it. She decided to rent a studio in the Art Bldg, which she's been thinking about for years, just to have a place to escape to. Maybe she'll actually produce art again, which would be a silver lining to the whole controlling, inappropriate, privacy-invading, boundary-ignoring, I-don't-drive-so-I-need-a-ride roommate thing.

Adam is having an MRI next week because his hip is popping in and out of place, according to him. His back has been bothering him a bit, too. Man, if he needs surgery again.... He had to really talk his way into the MRI, because they freaked out that he has a tattoo. I guess they think his leg will explode. He had to convince them that modern tattoo ink is lead-free. The Japanese really aren't into body modification, apparently.

Omg, I'm rambling in an effort to avoid writing. And now the boys want to go out. They honest-to-god poop in unison, and I think that's the plan now.

Happy Friday!