At some point I will update and do a Chicago entry (we ate at Alinea! it was really really good! we dressed up and acted stupid, also really good! lesson learned: do not wear PVC gloves when trying to pick up frosty glasses with condensation on them) and also something about my trip to LA (we went back to the Real World Corona house! and there was a fire! at the end of our street and also, all over LA! and there were some people! and a wooden cock! but mostly, we sat in a hot tub while planes full of fire retardant flew over our heads and people were losing their houses and we were drinking champagne and I’m pretty sure that we’re all going to hell, every one of us, but mostly Shannonk, because she was wearing false eyelashes at the time, which pushes her into the “whooor” category) and also my 20 minute conversation with Eddie Fucking Izzard (still don’t understand why it happened and still pissed at Gcast for eating it but EEEEEEEE!) but let us not look backwards and instead, look forward. To the holidays. And November. And also, holy shit, Thanksgiving is like this week or something. Did you know this? Apparently I need regular and scheduled bites on the ass to remind myself when in the year it is, because otherwise, I just do a Christopher Lloyd* act all the time.
Esteban has been talking about how Tilly was going to be our last cat and blahety blah blah my asthma my allergies, whatever. I rolled my eyes at him, as I do about basically everything (I’m a real piece of work), because I knew damn well that there’s no way that we wouldn’t have another pet forever and ever amen. First of all, it’s a huge part of our relationship, I think. We talk about the cat, what is the cat doing, where is the cat, did you feed the cat, oh, there’s the cat, silly cat, who’s a silly cat? You are. Yes you are. And then we apparently LOLcat the cat, inventing monologues and symposiums. We anthropomorphize animals to an alarming degree, actually, and given Esteban’s love of all things kitty, it seemed unlikely that he would resist a kitten, especially if I suddenly showed up with one, perhaps making a bad joke about being caught in a sudden rain storm when it started raining CATS AND DOGS, get it? Get it?! Hai, heer iz da kitteh. In fact, I think that he would have a hard time pushing me onto another cat, particularly because it’s my health that suffers from it, but if I willingly brought home a kitten, and brought that on myself? All over, bucko. But at the same time, I didn’t want to rush it because Tilly was a part of our family and I don’t want to feel as though she’s a burned out lightbulb that can be easily swapped out for another of the same model.During our time of no animal, Esteban has apparently advanced a little faster than I have, because he has resorted to… well, let’s just come out and say it… bribery.
“I was thinking that maybe we could get a dog… and then a kitten too?”
So, we’re in negotiations for a dog. We want a smallish dog, perhaps a dog/cat hybrid if possible. Esteban has a few requirements (No drool, no hyper yippy crap, preferably no anus) but I’ve already decided more or less what I want: a rescued smallish dog, out of the cute adorable (easily adoptable) puppy stage and ready to get down to the serious business of being part of a family.
As I was writing the preceding paragraph, Esteban came into my office and informed me that he’d like a kitten by the weekend if possible, so I should go out and get him one. Or two. Or a basket full.
Uh huh.
*His house burned down! While we were in the hot tub up the street or something. We wouldn’t evacuate until we looked pretty and didn’t even think about Doc Brown one bit! Clearly I need to have more shame about this, but I keep thinking how cool the whole thing was. I’m sorry, but in the Midwest, we just don’t have this level of nonchalant tragedy like they do in California! If Wisconsin would have been on fire(!!!) to the level that LA was on fire (!!!!11!), people would have been shanking grandmothers to get the hell out of there, they wouldn’t have been running around getting their hair did and also, making sure the garden hose was hooked up. Wow. Seriously, the level of casualness about the fire thing was astounding.
