When you're a jet, you're a jet all the way!

Ok, I've just stopped laughing long enough to start typing. If you've never read Dooce...you should. You won't be sorry. My nostrils have seen more diet dr. pepper than they ever wished to, thanks to her smart, smart ass. I never knew that reading the phrase, "eating the pink taco" would make me laugh uncontrollably for the better part of an hour. ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. Alas. *she's also a fellow salt laker. I'm so proud.

I took Stanley to the vet this morning for his second set of shots. He was almost good during the car ride there. There was that one unfortunate bite I received while trying to give the little fucker a goddamn treat, for fuck sake. Sigh. Oh well. He's taken to growling at me, biting my skirt and untying my shoes when we go for walks now. It's really charming because at some point I'll bend down to re-tie them and he will begin a full-chomp assault on my knuckles, leading me to shove him off repeatedly, prompting him to yelp, which just makes all the neighbors think I beat him. We have a really healthy relationship. Luckily, BITCH SCHOOL starts on Monday. I'm not looking forward to being the mommy of the little bastard dog who sets a bad example for all of the nice puppies.

We're taking Stannibal to St. George with us for the weekend. We're planning the big, "we're getting married!" reveal for Lars' parents, which quite frankly has me feeling a bit antsy. I love them and I think they like me ...so it's not that I'm nervous...it's just the thought of all the attention and seriously...(just between you and me) I feel like I've told the same story like 12 million times already. Honestly, I wanted to tell them over the phone weeks ago, but Lars thought it would be better in person, so I deferred to his manly of manliness. I'm sure it will all go well.

I've been a total knitting slack ass, but I swear I'll try to do better.