Showing posts with label gemma. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gemma. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

tuesday snoozeday.

what a sleepy day. i mean, not that i've been sleeping all day. i've just been sleepy.

today i took the bus downtown to meet hank for (our last champaign) lunch at the esquire, which was a nice little old-timer joint. we were probably the only people in there under thirty-five. i wish i'd known at the outset that we could eat peanuts and throw the shells all over the ground. we'll just have to make a next time, hopefully. too bad i didn't know about this place until i was on the way out the door.

afterward, i walked around downtown, hitting up all the little vintage shops i love and hank hates. there was a really nice little set of six white bowls and six matching plates from the former west germany at the furniture lounge for $15, but being that we don't actually need dishes, i had to pass. i hope someone good gets them though. (i'm secretly still thinking about going back for them. shhh.)

today gemma decided that pizza is her favorite food. she has been constantly sneaking off into the kitchen, trying to get the pizza box (only the one with ham pizza; apparently she's not into mushrooms) off the kitchen table. she succeeded once, but luckily the entire box slid, right side up, off and onto the floor. no pizza for gemma, despite her valiant efforts. so far she's really into butter, christmas cookies, alcoholic beverages, and pizza. such a palette.

we watched lost in translation tonight and it was good--sad and sweet and happy all at once. it's going to drive me nuts trying to think up all the things bill murray could've whispered in her ear at the end. i'm pretty sure that was the point. well, probably the point of that part was more complex than that, involving the whole comforting anonymity and safety of being in a crowd. what a really wonderful scene.

Thursday, December 14, 2006

whimper.


gemma's gone for the night so we can go to chicago for the day tomorrow. how did i ever live without my snugglebug barking all up in my grill? she's a naughty girl, but i miss her.

today is hank's 26th birthday. we went to chili's and the waiter kept calling him "dude," "brah," "man." super annoying, but hank still gave him better than a 20% tip. maybe that waiter brah made hank feel young. heh. today was fun, and we could actually play kissyface without gemma freaking out on us. how lovely for us to be newlyweds again. i'm getting really sad about moving next weekend.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

puppies aren't cute on accident.



this is gemma. she's our dog. you might notice that she's about the cutest damn thing you'll ever see. i'm convinced this is not an accident. you see, gemma is a naughty puppy. probably no naughtier than any other puppy, but she's kind of a pain in the ass. last night, for instance, hank awoke sometime in the dead middle of the night to a "squeak, squeak" noise. you might be thinking, "but puppies don't go 'squeak, squeak'" and you'd be wrong, because puppies who wake up in the middle of the night to chew on shoes do, in fact, squeak. or the shoes do, or something. i guess it shouldn't have been such a big problem, because 1) she only tore out the lining, and i can probably glue-gun that back in and 2) the shoes only cost me $3 (three fucking dollars!) at payless around three or four years ago, so i've definitely gotten my money's worth, but you know what is a big problem? when said puppy is thirsty at 5:30am because of a late-night shoe snack. thanks, gemma, for making me get up last night to let you out and get you some water, and drag you back into bed so you could wake up only an hour and a half later. good thing you're cute, buddy, cuz your manners leave a lot to be desired.