I managed to complete all of my to-do list for the weekend except for one. I had to attend Easter dinner at Jason's mother house. Jason and I were miserable, but we felt obligated. Jason's niece is terrified of him, which comes as no surprise, seeing as how he's completely inept with children. However, she adores me for some odd reason. Not that I'm any less inept than Jason. His mother insisted that he hold her, but she wailed every time she was within a foot of his lap. She was handed off to me after that failed attempt, and she sat on my lap for nearly an hour before nodding off. I could never take care of a kid. An hour was quite enough for me. It's very tiring, even if the baby is well-behaved.
As luck would have it, it snowed heavily on Saturday morning, the same morning as the fundraiser Jason and I had planned on going to. We went anyway, but I forgot the dogs' sweaters. They had little blankets there for all of them, so it wasn't a complete disaster. Ferguson did extremely well with all the other dogs there. He smelled and moved on, enjoying the company of dogs his size. Bean, on the other hand, was a complete mess. She lacks self confidence and just hunches over in fear when any dog approaches her. This is probably because Jason's sister never takes her anywhere. Anyway, Ferguson was able to meet two of his dog-pals from when he was staying at the shelter before we adopted him. They were attending with their new owners. It was obvious that he recognized them straight away because he continued to return to those two dogs the entire time we were there. He also recognized Judy, the woman who cared for him while he was at the shelter. She was thrilled to see him again after a year of being apart. There was much hugging and kissing and licking before she snapped a picture of us all together. I took a few pictures, but they are a bit muddled since it was snowing and my camera got a bit wet.
I came across my copy of Mesmer last night while I was reorganizing the DVDs. It's in a blank case because I picked it up online via Amazon's Marketplace. It's out-of-print and, like a nutjob, I paid nearly fifty dollars for it. It was worth it. Alan Rickman is all sexified and yummy. It's like my porn. I was worried I had lost it, but it was stuffed behind some old video tapes. At any rate, guess what I'm watching tonight.
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southernwitch69's journal, and now I've got a craving to actually write something. I just haven't decided on which prompt I should use. I'm hoping I might have time at work this afternoon to start on something, even if it is just a rough outline. Snape/Hermione, of course. Only because I'm obsessed with that pairing, and I'm obviously substituting myself because I'm a sick bastard.
As luck would have it, it snowed heavily on Saturday morning, the same morning as the fundraiser Jason and I had planned on going to. We went anyway, but I forgot the dogs' sweaters. They had little blankets there for all of them, so it wasn't a complete disaster. Ferguson did extremely well with all the other dogs there. He smelled and moved on, enjoying the company of dogs his size. Bean, on the other hand, was a complete mess. She lacks self confidence and just hunches over in fear when any dog approaches her. This is probably because Jason's sister never takes her anywhere. Anyway, Ferguson was able to meet two of his dog-pals from when he was staying at the shelter before we adopted him. They were attending with their new owners. It was obvious that he recognized them straight away because he continued to return to those two dogs the entire time we were there. He also recognized Judy, the woman who cared for him while he was at the shelter. She was thrilled to see him again after a year of being apart. There was much hugging and kissing and licking before she snapped a picture of us all together. I took a few pictures, but they are a bit muddled since it was snowing and my camera got a bit wet.
I came across my copy of Mesmer last night while I was reorganizing the DVDs. It's in a blank case because I picked it up online via Amazon's Marketplace. It's out-of-print and, like a nutjob, I paid nearly fifty dollars for it. It was worth it. Alan Rickman is all sexified and yummy. It's like my porn. I was worried I had lost it, but it was stuffed behind some old video tapes. At any rate, guess what I'm watching tonight.
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Glad you had a mostly great weekend.
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