If you call me "honey", honey, I'm gonna cry

Am tempted to post the lyrics to this song, it's just so very perfect.

Strange day. I'm coming into one of my depressive spells (note to self, pick up tablets on Monday) so all I really wanted to do was lie around and drink coffee, but I had to go and join my family for the evening to celebrate youngest sister E's birthday at Cafe Rouge in Westbourne. Luckily it was brief, since other sister T is in whelp and grouchier than usual - none of us thought that was even possible, but apparently it is. Also she and Mum entertained us by discussing childbirth over dinner while sister E (who feels like I do about reproduction) and I made puke faces at each other over the bread rolls. T didn't notice, she was too busy complaining about the smell of garlic and cooing over the screeching snotgoblin some other patrons had thoughtfully brought in with them.

That sound you hear is my Fallopian tubes spontaneously tying themselves...

Odd random conversations. On the way over to Mum's with the dogs, I stopped to buy sister E a box of fudge from a little stall selling it outside M&S - the bloke on the stall admired Spike when he jumped up, and that led into a long conversation with him and his partner (the vibe I got was that of more than just a business partner, but who knows) about their new Vizsla puppy, which they're feeding raw... the partner handed off the box wrapping to the first guy and came round to squee over Squish and discuss organic butchers, offal and RMBs with me instead. The puppy's named Candy because they make their living selling fudge - hope I get to meet her some time.

And later, on the way home from Mum's with the dogs, stopped to chat to a friend on the Castlepoint car park maintenance crew, and ended up discussing BDSM and kinky sex at 2am in the car park. (Discussing, not having - sorry to disappoint, but I did have the dogs with me and he was on the clock...) Told him when and where to find the Bournemouth Munch, though - with a bit of luck he'll come along to the next one.

Today I owe thanks to ulva, photocat_0923 and james_the_evil1 for cheering me up, and especially to topbit for kindness above and beyond the call of duty. Thank you.

( And now I'm going to be all self indulgent and post the lyrics to that song )

Edit: Listen to it yourself, it's fuckin' great: http://s62.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=33IQT5J5IOTGB1YHHOT6HG2M68

If you call me "honey", honey, I'm gonna cry

Am tempted to post the lyrics to this song, it's just so very perfect.

Strange day. I'm coming into one of my depressive spells (note to self, pick up tablets on Monday) so all I really wanted to do was lie around and drink coffee, but I had to go and join my family for the evening to celebrate youngest sister E's birthday at Cafe Rouge in Westbourne. Luckily it was brief, since other sister T is in whelp and grouchier than usual - none of us thought that was even possible, but apparently it is. Also she and Mum entertained us by discussing childbirth over dinner while sister E (who feels like I do about reproduction) and I made puke faces at each other over the bread rolls. T didn't notice, she was too busy complaining about the smell of garlic and cooing over the screeching snotgoblin some other patrons had thoughtfully brought in with them.

That sound you hear is my Fallopian tubes spontaneously tying themselves...

Odd random conversations. On the way over to Mum's with the dogs, I stopped to buy sister E a box of fudge from a little stall selling it outside M&S - the bloke on the stall admired Spike when he jumped up, and that led into a long conversation with him and his partner (the vibe I got was that of more than just a business partner, but who knows) about their new Vizsla puppy, which they're feeding raw... the partner handed off the box wrapping to the first guy and came round to squee over Squish and discuss organic butchers, offal and RMBs with me instead. The puppy's named Candy because they make their living selling fudge - hope I get to meet her some time.

And later, on the way home from Mum's with the dogs, stopped to chat to a friend on the Castlepoint car park maintenance crew, and ended up discussing BDSM and kinky sex at 2am in the car park. (Discussing, not having - sorry to disappoint, but I did have the dogs with me and he was on the clock...) Told him when and where to find the Bournemouth Munch, though - with a bit of luck he'll come along to the next one.

Today I owe thanks to ulva, photocat_0923 and james_the_evil1 for cheering me up, and especially to topbit for kindness above and beyond the call of duty. Thank you.

( And now I'm going to be all self indulgent and post the lyrics to that song )

Edit: Listen to it yourself, it's fuckin' great: http://s62.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=33IQT5J5IOTGB1YHHOT6HG2M68

Like the moon pulls on the tide

Fucking suburbia. Kamikaze squirrels by day, daredevil cats and foxes by night. One of these days the dogs'll pull just that little bit too hard and my hand will just pop off at the wrist. Or possibly Spike's head will. I've been working hard on his leash-pulling because I'm scared he's going to damage his windpipe - like the barking, I can always get him to stop doing it, but I have trouble getting him to not start doing it again five minutes later - and his Great Leaps Forward are a lot harder on my arms and his neck than Squish's steady draft-horse action, even though Squish is a heavier, more muscular dog. Squish, in fact, although he's less obedient generally, has much better leash manners than Spike. Spike just tends to forget it's there. Neither of them can resist visible wildlife, though, especially the sort that erupts from a hedge under our feet - and I wouldn't really expect it of them.

Am going to walk Spike on a harness to save his neck. He won't do headcollars - just putting it on him sends him into hysterics. Of course, I can't find the bloody harness I've got knocking around at Mum's house, so I think I'm going to have to buy one. More expense. Lovely.

The fireworks still haven't stopped yet, either.

Squish is making irritating little whiny noises at me even though I've only just come in from taking them out. I'm starting to feel like doing the same, just as I sometimes play one of his songs and sing along with him. I wonder if it'll help?

Like the moon pulls on the tide

Fucking suburbia. Kamikaze squirrels by day, daredevil cats and foxes by night. One of these days the dogs'll pull just that little bit too hard and my hand will just pop off at the wrist. Or possibly Spike's head will. I've been working hard on his leash-pulling because I'm scared he's going to damage his windpipe - like the barking, I can always get him to stop doing it, but I have trouble getting him to not start doing it again five minutes later - and his Great Leaps Forward are a lot harder on my arms and his neck than Squish's steady draft-horse action, even though Squish is a heavier, more muscular dog. Squish, in fact, although he's less obedient generally, has much better leash manners than Spike. Spike just tends to forget it's there. Neither of them can resist visible wildlife, though, especially the sort that erupts from a hedge under our feet - and I wouldn't really expect it of them.

Am going to walk Spike on a harness to save his neck. He won't do headcollars - just putting it on him sends him into hysterics. Of course, I can't find the bloody harness I've got knocking around at Mum's house, so I think I'm going to have to buy one. More expense. Lovely.

The fireworks still haven't stopped yet, either.

Squish is making irritating little whiny noises at me even though I've only just come in from taking them out. I'm starting to feel like doing the same, just as I sometimes play one of his songs and sing along with him. I wonder if it'll help?