Speaking of Yorkies, try hard, REALLY hard to envision this: Momma's got her check from Uncle Dub. Momma's got 4 chillun's. Consequently, in part because of said chillun, Momma's check was p-r-e-t-t-y nice. Momma's check's already in her bank account. And I found THE absolute bestest cutest of all time Yorkshire Terrier puppy the other day. One ear points up, one tips down. I named him Spike. He's just a little ball of love-fluff-furkid that I could just scoop up and take home. But I didn't. (See Momma weeping and gnashing her teeth here). Momma just got a new laptop for the notary gig. And Momma still has to pay the co-pay part the tonsillectomy that one of her lil' chillun had over spring break. So even tho' I'd be highly stimulated to call Spike my own and bring him to our humble abode, I didn't. I was very, very good. But I'm still looking. How much is that doggy in the window? Too much, sadly.
OK, the laptop. It's a Gateway. 3GB memory and a 250GB hard drive. But the part I really like? It's red. Like my truck. Like my walls. Like the '67 Candy Apple Camaro that God will reward me with in heaven. FedEx says it'll be here Tuesday. I am picturing myself @ Satellite or Flying Star with my Skinny Cinnamon Dolce blogging profoundness. But will probably be stuck in some smoking borrower's home, attempting to do an e-signing with a 90-year old poodle humping my leg. Oh, well. It's RED people!!!!!
Tanner just finished his (we hope with a heart that beats pitty-pat in our little chest) LAST big homework project of the year. I now know that stars are classified by color, temperature, composition and size. More than I wanted to. But I made him finish it tonight so
I need to go. Lost is on. Don't want to wait for the full episode player tomorrow.
WHEE! What a nice night!