|That tiny little thing in the background? Yeah, that's my dog.|
Right now we're trying to get the dog healthier because it's REALLY overweight. As you can see from the picture above, he sort of resembles a big furry sausage whenever he lays down.
Most of my time has been commandeered by the dogs, because if one wants to go outside, both of them have to go. And we have to feed them separately, or else they'll fight over the food. And they both have to be petted at the same time or else a shit-fit of epic proportions will be had.
Aside from the doggy situation, I was also preoccupied with cleaning the house in preparation of having JB over for dinner this past Saturday. The dinner went well (I made eggrolls), and afterwards we went to go see Taken 2. I would be lying if I didn't mention how panicked and anxious I was. My parents tend to--- jump the gun in certain situations, and the entire time I was freaked out that they were going to freak out JB because they keep on projecting into theoretical situations and I'm just like, PLEASE STOP. JUST LET US LIKE EACH OTHER, OK?
Yesterday he came over and we watched a few movies together, but not without being bugged constantly by my little brother and dog. Oh well.
Aside from my parents giving me awkward talks consisting of, "You better not get pregnant and quit the Air Force," things have been going well.