Riddle me this:

I am almost twenty fucking nine years old. Now, why do I have a zit nearish my chin? WHY? For fuck's sake. Good thing Zeb prevents me from leaving the house other than work. Soon, soon he will be able to stay in his crate alone and I will again be antisocial for different reasons. Soon.

Happy Sunday, y'all.

i want to go to there

via Gawker

v-day FAIL

why, oh why must i be in a relationship with someone who goes all liz lemon on v-day. yeah, i went to a ladies only college and should want to observe anna howard shaw day, but excuse me if i don't like a little attention and some lovin'. i got up bright and early (9) to trudge through the snow (again with this? i might as well have stayed in mass) to get him some old fashioned and blueberry cake donuts to at least do a tiny out of the ordinary thing for him. so, i did my part. i also bought myself a gift since as whitney houston sang, "learning to love yourself is the greatest love of all."

in a related story, on the whole, i have a pretty rad bf, so i should probably shut up and remember my inner smithie. also, zeb is a pretty sweet valentine.

Look at what I got!

Sorry I've been MIA. I've been busy not eating, being grumpy, suffering from SAD, surviving ice storms and local weather media, complaining about the gym, crying over my bank balance, having more dental work and ...

Glamour shot.

chilling with this little dude! His name is Zeb. As in Zebulon. Like Pike. Except we call him all kinds of things. Like Zebron James, Merriam-Zebster, zebutante, zebulator(! - you have to yell that one), Zebbie, zeptic tank, etc. Basically, he has no idea who he is.

Treats. Treats. Treats.

A dude at work brought him in because baby Zeb had followed his wife home. The BF and I discussed adding him to the household, but by the time we'd decided, someone else had offered to give Zeb a home. So, naturally, I was heartbroken for a week, but that's ok because there was an ice storm, so I had lots of things to distract me from checking out every.single.dog on petfinder.com. Not. Cut to Monday of last week when I learned that Zeb was still available! His interim owner wasn't sure Zeb was the right fit since he already had four grown Rotts and Zeb, was, well, a tiny puppy. So, I brought him home Monday night!

Give me some m-effing treats!

Naturally, he's adorable. I have no idea what breed, though. The vet put him at maybe 10 - 12 weeks last week and he weighed in at 11 pounds. I don't think he's gonna get that big, but who knows. What I do know is that he's had one accident inside in six days, chews the hell out of a stuffed toy, is a Kong addict, sleeps through the night, loves cheddar and freeze dried liver. I'm in lurv.

Thank you.

Right, so, thus far, training is going well. It's kind of exhausting, but in a good kind of way when he masters a command or we get a little snuggle time. Right now, he's sleeping in his crate next to me, making precious puppy snoring sounds that will surely be replaced by puppy destruction sounds in the coming months, so I'm signing off to enjoy his innocence.

Super spoon.