The weekend? Already?

[rubberbutton]

I tagged along to the farmer’s market with Mom. We got some spinach and garlic pasta and some asparagus which I’m planning on making for dinner tonight. Should be tasty.

A week ago we got another dog. It was a long and arduous process to find her. We ended up looking at three different shelters and introduced the current dog (Buddy) to maybe a dozen. Toula is a pointer-pit bull mix. There have been some breed bans against pit bulls, but luckily not in our city. However, Mom’s ordered us not to tell people that Toula has pit bull in her, going so far as to quiz us, trying to catch us off-guard.

Toula is sweet, but stubborn. She’s also terrified of my dad, for reasons unbeknownst to us. She had no problem with him at the pound but now she runs from him and hides under the table. It’s pathetic—he wants her soooo badly to like him.

PIC SPAM:

Toula the Vicious Pit Bull

I don't know where she'll sleep when I finally get around to doing laundry.

I really need to get a move on my Foreman Fest fic. I have the beginning and the ending and now I have to somehow string them together. That’s generally how my writing goes—I write the beginning and ending pretty quickly and then take forever writing the middle bit. Even if I know what’s actually supposed to be in between (which I frequently don’t), I find it tedious to sit down and write. Plus, I know I need a Cameron scene, and I loathe writing Cameron. It’s difficult for me to overcome my dislike and not write her as obnoxious and petty. And usually I fail in that to some degree.

Sigh. I wonder how strict that deadline is...

Comments

[asynca.livejournal.com]

Oh my god. That dog is just... <3

[rubberbutton.livejournal.com]

I know! Isn't she darling? Well, I guess I'm biased.