*Sigh*

Who could resist this face I ask you?

Apparently not ME!

I am at work today. Hubby calls with the standard. "You ridin home with Debbie?" (she is a whole other story which invovles a Jenncoined term 'D-forces from the speed with which she gets me from point A to point B ahem)

"Yes, I am." I answer, nicely for a change. I say that because hubby has the world's worse timing for calling me. I mean, I think he has a flippin camera that he uses to see when I am the most busy to call me to talk the shit.

Example:

DH: "Hey, what you doin?"

Me: "I am workin'!!" (Not only do I look like that, but I also sound like that)

DH: "Mm, you gotta ride?"

Me: "YES! Now, lemme go, the other line is ringing.. muah." I am still being nice, yall.

DH: "Oh, but but but.. wait!! I have to ask you. Do you think I should wear my orange shirt tomorrow?" WHAT? HE WANTS TO KNOW WHAT? I go a bit postal at this point.. insert the appropriate cursin here.

Anyhoo, today, he asks, am I busy.. I go, no, not right now. He says the five most dreaded words in the English language...

"Can I have a puppy?"

Not just any puppy, but the puppy he has wanted for like 20 years but will not get himself as they are about 12oo bucks a pop. Yep, the puppy at the top of this blog. Aint he cute? Awww.. sweeeet.. awww..

Dammit, I have been twitterpated!! Just .. GAH!!

I shall love him and kiss him and Bill is gone name him.. JABBA? Jeez! Darkside much?

And they call it puppy love, *snort*

Jenn