Moving on, it has now become all about Lolo. This face, the face of cuteness, is helping pull me back into the real world. We went to a doxie meetup last weekend, where the cuteness just sat there, and let people tell her how cute she was, instead of running around letting off some steam like her mommy intended. We're going to another meetup this weekend, and then doing this art-walk thing in downtown Sactown. My plan is to pimp Lolo's cuteness and find some new friends or just let random strangers tell me how cute my dog (and I) is/am/are. I went to my chiropractor on Tuesday (after a 2.5 month back-procedure-induced-sabbatical), and my favorite stalker was waiting for me. He's this semi-short, nice seeming janitor-dude, and he's always trying to holla. So I made up a boyfriend (who in my mind resembles Michael Clarke Duncan. My Janitor Stalker asks on Tuesday if I'm single yet. I have to think for a few seconds, and say, nope... Sorry. And he's all, "That sucks." Then I reply, "Uh, actually that's good for me, I don't want to be dumped." Then he's all "I'll wait for you." I'm rather stuptified by this comment, so I say "...uh, ok..." Then he's all thinking it's a plan, and repeats "I wait for you, ok." And I was so about to laugh and said I had to go, because I did in fact need to get to my appointment. So now the question is, how do I deal with having to go to my Chiropractor every Tuesday and manage to avoid my stalker until my next back procedure on 30 April? Seriously, open to all suggestions on this one...
I've got to get back to work, lunch break's over. Much love and puppy kisses to you.
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I am applying for the position of janitor stalkers understudy. I was thinking, if he works at a chiropractor, he probably is covered pretty good and could use a little time off. So here's the plan. You bring your cute pup and have her pee on the floor while I create a distraction which will send him running right through the piddle and wammo! Flat on his back. This is where I step in. After the ambulance takes him away, I will pick up the mop and prove my undeniable mad janitorial skills that will land me the job....where I can now commence stalking you. See? It's PERFECT!
Oh, and I finally figured out what I am going to do with all your hair. It'll rock. But don't get panicky. I work SLOWLY! All good things come to those who wait. Just ask janitor stalker.
Ha! I totally love you.
I posted a present for you today on Dog Breath.
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