Gah!

Blogga wouldn't let me in all day until now. . . and now I've forgotten what I was going to post about. Damn you, free service that I take for granted, DAMN YOOOOOOU!!

On a band-y note, I got tickets for Rilo Kiley's next show in the ATL (June 6 @ Variety, for those interested parties), AND tickets for a show in Chicago when I am visiting Claire over the Mem Day hol weekend. They are called Saturday Looks Good To Me and it should be a good show. As opposed to all the shitty, horrible shows I pay money to see.

Ah, now I'm remembering. Last night I got home approx 7pm to discover that my marvelous, wonderful, well-behaved pup Tallulah had EATEN MY BEDROOM DOOR. Let me back up. This dog is absolutely PETRIFIED of rain, thunder, lightning, things overhead, things moving too fast, unknown environments, grass twitching, light breezes, etc. I exaggerate un petit peu, but--seriously--she FLIPS OUT during thunderstorms. Come to think of it, I believe I have mentioned something like this before on this blog. So I don't need to go into all of it all over again.

Anyway, I come home. Everything seems fine, she's acting a little weird, but not I-just-destroyed-something-pretty-major-weird. I turn off the alarm, give her a biscuit, go get the mail, leaf through and drop it on the table, turn to go down the hall, turn on the light, and freeze, looking at approximately 9 pounds of shredded wood littering the hallway. While I still standing there, I hear Tallulah veeeeery quietly creep away back into the living room to hide underneath the Chinese table. When I am able to move again, it's my turn to FLIP THE FUCK OUT. The front panel on the door from waist-down is GONE. Ribbons of plywood are peeling up, and the frame slats inside the door are bared. In other words, it is totally effed. I draaaaaag Tallulah to the mess, shout a lot, draaaaag her all the way downstairs and boot her outside. I go over to pop her on the bootie and she howls, "Ahh-ooooooooooooo" all piteously. Pussy. I didn't even touch her. I was going to, but then I spied the kids next door playing in their back yard and I didn't want any witnesses. So I just shook my finger vigorously and let her know that she was a very BAD GIRL! (meaning that she heard MWAK MWAK!) and left her outside for two hours before I caved and let her back in, but only into the basement. Then upstairs, but only into the living room. Then I just completely backed down and let her sleep with me that night. I'm a great dog owner!

On another note, I got asked out on a date tonight. I'm very pleased. We're going to go see a play.