...and they called it puppy love

In all of the high-school related weirdness I encountered yesterday I forgot to mention another meeting I had earlier in my trip home.

I was about to get on the train at 7th Avenue, when I noticed a little bouncing ball of fur run out from behind a woman on a cell phone. He was on a leash, but trying to get the attention of passers-by, for no reason at all. It was a tiny tiny yellow labrador puppy, and the most absolutely cute thing I have seen in possibly my natural life. I was powerless to resist his charms.

I knelt down to pat his little head a bit (so soft!!) and he all but leapt into my arms, licking my face and wagging his tail furiously. His owner even seemed surprised, exclaiming, "Wow, he really likes you!!" before she had to get going. And it's a good thing she got going, too, otherwise I would have tucked that adorable little puppy into my coat and brought him home with me. I'm not usually a dog person, but that dog would have owned my soul. I would have been one of Those People who carry the puppy around in my purse, talk to it in a high-pitched voice, buy us matching outfits and referred to themselves as 'Mommy.' Thankfully, I have people in my life who would stage a bitch-slapping jamboree an appropriate intervention were that to happen. If they, too, were not sucked in by the incredible cuteness power of The Puppy.

I also might have named him Twinkie. Because he was the same color as the snack cake (and at his current size, not too much bigger than one). This isn't the right time in my life for that kind of relationship, but maybe someday I'll have something like that. I didn't think I could fall so hard for a dog (despite my massive allergies, I tend to favor cats), but that little furball proved me wrong.

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Today is lunch with mcgorkelsohnns to celebrate his admission to New School's grad program, dinner with quasisonic & Amy, and then possibly movieoke. It had been mentioned, and just as I was ready to give up on it entirely, someone has stated that it's supposedly 'back on.' Can anyone confirm this?

...and they called it puppy love

In all of the high-school related weirdness I encountered yesterday I forgot to mention another meeting I had earlier in my trip home.

I was about to get on the train at 7th Avenue, when I noticed a little bouncing ball of fur run out from behind a woman on a cell phone. He was on a leash, but trying to get the attention of passers-by, for no reason at all. It was a tiny tiny yellow labrador puppy, and the most absolutely cute thing I have seen in possibly my natural life. I was powerless to resist his charms.

I knelt down to pat his little head a bit (so soft!!) and he all but leapt into my arms, licking my face and wagging his tail furiously. His owner even seemed surprised, exclaiming, "Wow, he really likes you!!" before she had to get going. And it's a good thing she got going, too, otherwise I would have tucked that adorable little puppy into my coat and brought him home with me. I'm not usually a dog person, but that dog would have owned my soul. I would have been one of Those People who carry the puppy around in my purse, talk to it in a high-pitched voice, buy us matching outfits and referred to themselves as 'Mommy.' Thankfully, I have people in my life who would stage a bitch-slapping jamboree an appropriate intervention were that to happen. If they, too, were not sucked in by the incredible cuteness power of The Puppy.

I also might have named him Twinkie. Because he was the same color as the snack cake (and at his current size, not too much bigger than one). This isn't the right time in my life for that kind of relationship, but maybe someday I'll have something like that. I didn't think I could fall so hard for a dog (despite my massive allergies, I tend to favor cats), but that little furball proved me wrong.

*****
Today is lunch with mcgorkelsohnns to celebrate his admission to New School's grad program, dinner with quasisonic & Amy, and then possibly movieoke. It had been mentioned, and just as I was ready to give up on it entirely, someone has stated that it's supposedly 'back on.' Can anyone confirm this?

International Snarky poetry day. (or why Sharon never rhymes)

Despite having a lovely lunch
Pizza with Ryan, whom I like a bunch
My walk back to work left me hopping mad
Because the tourist crush is already that bad
the dawdlers were too much to take
their plodding steps baked me a giant rage cupcake

However, this anger dwelled not long
and now my heart is again full of song
Because my snarky friends are the bestest
(particularly Blerg & alcestis).
Battling against the forces of lame
No one is safe from the power of their flame

So I thank them for saving me from my snit
with this little poem, which is really a pile of...

International Snarky poetry day. (or why Sharon never rhymes)

Despite having a lovely lunch
Pizza with Ryan, whom I like a bunch
My walk back to work left me hopping mad
Because the tourist crush is already that bad
the dawdlers were too much to take
their plodding steps baked me a giant rage cupcake

However, this anger dwelled not long
and now my heart is again full of song
Because my snarky friends are the bestest
(particularly Blerg & alcestis).
Battling against the forces of lame
No one is safe from the power of their flame

So I thank them for saving me from my snit
with this little poem, which is really a pile of...