I don’t think I’ve ever written about this before, but since September my dogs have been living at my parents’ house. The rental house I first lived in had a fenced in backyard, but it needed a lot of work and cleaning up, and I never got to it before sewage problems forced me to move. The next house’s backyard was only fenced in on three sides, and my landlord never got around to finishing it as he had promised because I found this house to buy and moved in less than three months.

However, Kyle and I finally got a lot of work done to the backyard here, and I brought my dogs over to stay yesterday. It’s great not having to drive 45 minutes one way to see them and take them for a run, and they’ve also scared off the creepy stray cat (we named him Fred) that had been lurking around our house. It was a long day, and it was hot as hell out moving the doghouse and setting the kennel up, but it was well worth it. It’s great being able to come home and see them since they always cheer me up.

The new/old girlfriend and I went to a wedding shower last night. Nothing unusual there, we’re both at that “mid-20’s” age where most of our friends are getting married. Ah, who the hell am I kidding?* She’s at that “mid-20s” age. I’m more along the lines of that “Hey! I am too still in my 20’s! Watch me do a keg stand naked!” age. My friends are just marrying younger women, no surprises there. We’re getting a bit old, and attempting to retain our youth by retaining younger women. Bravo.

We then came home, and my friend Neil came over with a girl he’s been seeing and we proceeded to get drunk. Then, Neil and I decided to make beer batter and start deep frying vegetables and dill pickles (we deep fry anything that sits still long enough here in the South.) I’m not sure exactly what time we decided to call it a night, Karen brought over some strawberry flavored vodka, and we proceeded to take many, many shots of it in between beers.

Bear with me kids, Uncle T is getting ready to get a bit sappy. The point of all of this rambling is this: I’m sitting here, hungover as hell, with my head pounding, heartburn, and the inside of my mouth tasting like a raccoon crawled in there and died last night. However, over my left should as I type, I can hear the new/old girlfriend breathing as she sleeps. I can look to my left out of my window and see Marley and Mason waking up, stretching, and getting their first drink of water for the day. I couldn’t be happier.


*I realize that, grammatically, that sentence should read “Whom the hell am I kidding?” but that sounds retarded.