September 24, 2004
Ceiba is fine. Her teeny little reproductive organs are no more, because we are Responsible Pet Owners.
(Even though Jason was hit with an attack of the "But I want Ceiba puppies!" at the eleventh hour.)
Anyway, we went to visit her last night.
I KNOW, RIGHT? HOW PRECIOUS IS THAT PUPPY? OH MY GOD.
And that's all I have for today! What a total gyp. I should be ashamed of myself.
Tomorrow is The Wedding, we leave today in like, a few hours, I have not packed, I have lost the bride's card, I still did not sleep last night even after taking a motherfucking tranquilizer pill, and my shoes have wrecked my toenail polish.
Ceiba is staying at the hospital all weekend, which makes my heart all hurty, because I miss her so damn much. She is an unbelievable pain the ass who pees on the floor and rips my panty hose and runs around the house with cat poop in her mouth.
God, do I ever love that dog.
Max will be left at home with buckets of kibble and water and toys and treats and will not even notice our absence. I will miss him too, because staying at a hotel means I won't wake up with a 15-pound cat who thinks he's still a tiny kitten snuggled up in my armpit.
Wah wah wah. Shut up, Amy.
Monday: Wedding pictures of people you don't know! But also of me wearing the prettiest damn bridesmaid dress ever, and looking super skinny and busty in it because of miracle space-age lingerie!