Please add “hypocrite” to the list of things that annoy you about me, because I am now doing something I never thought I would — a post with a LOLcat and a picture of our new puppy. You might want to click away now.
See, I just taught my last class, and all the signs of the typical sprint to the finish line are there:
–Extra ten pounds? Check.
–Talbots suits abandoned in favor of jeans and LL Bean fisherman sweater? Check.
–Pimples where I rub my face in irritation or despair? Check.
– “Skunk head”, that nice strip of gray, due to missed coloring appointment? Check.
–Nails bitten to the quick? Check.
–The usual dark circles, but at twice the circumference? Check.
Sure, I look like shit, but I feel like this (except without chemical assistance):
One more thing: Recently we decided to get a puppy (we lost our beloved 13 year old family dog last month). He’s too little to leave his mom yet, but meet our soon-to-be coming-home-with-us English Shepherd, Wellington (Did I mention that I am married to a British historian?):
Happy day!
I am really sorry to hear about your dog passing. I know that is SO hard! But your new puppy is super cute! Congrats on finishing the semester! Woo hoo!
It’s hard to lose a family pet. My condolences. But the puppy is adorable! Congrats on your new baby
And I relate to the end of the semester feeling. Only I seem to feel like that all the time. Huh?
PUPPY! SO CUTE!
Please add “hypocrite” to the list of things that annoy you about me, because I am now doing something I never thought I would
Ah, but you owned up to it, so that shows personality growth (inasmuch as you now understand why people might feel compelled to include photos of cute and fluffy animals in their posts) and an admirable ability to admit to your own failings.
And why is nobody saying how cute the cat is? It is!
Or am I the only one round here who seems compelled to look for silver linings to every cloud? Maybe all that talk about Christmas cheer is finally having an effect on me. Bah, Humbug!
It was inevitable you would succumb to teh cyoot. Love the prozacs.
What I love is the puppy making a sexy-soulful face, lovin’ up the camera for all it’s worth… and just below it,
“Come for me, baby”
“the puppy making a sexy-soulful face, lovin’ up the camera for all it’s worth”
His expression made me think of the Duke of Wellington, looking down his aristocratic nose a little at lesser mortals but being really quite tolerant of their strange behaviours (such as pointing a camera in his direction).
“looking down his aristocratic nose a little at lesser mortals: [Come for me. Baby.]”
Hmm, I think that scene’s been done. Bertrice Small, perhaps.
What caught my attention was the “skunkhead” comment-very funny. I’ll be looking at everyone’s head much more closely now, lol.
Condolences on the loss of your pet. Anyone want to take bets on how long it takes before his name becomes Wellie or some variant?
Hold on there, professor, some of us students still have to slog through finals. But isn’t this really just the calm before the storm, ie. grading, for you? Opps, I don’t want to bring up any bad mojo right in the middle of your end of semester sunshine.
Our family is puppy shopping right now as well (We lost our Linus to bone cancer a year ago. No fun.) and we actually eliminated a type of dog on the basis that the puppies weren’t cute. How shallow is that! No way will I reveal the type of dog, so don’t ask. I have no interest in being skewered by the normally very nice romance bloglandia readers.
But now I need to add English Shepherd to our short list, that is one damn cute puppy.
I remember when I posted my first lolcat after swearing they were awful and I wanted none of it. But the Basement Cat seduced me so I had to put him in, since he was also offering to organize my condiments. Now I can’t get enough of them. Own it. Own it!!!
Congrats on end of semester and new puppy…I’m saying a month or less before he becomes Wellie.
I guess I don’t feel so bad now about succumbing to the lure of the LOLcat. If it was inevitable, then I am not responsible, right?
And you guys called it on “Wellie”. We’ve already started to use it. (We had a border collie mix, who we loved loved loved to pieces, but the English Shepherd, while it shares the intelligence, friendliness, and working instinct of the border collie, is less intense and energetic.)
Heloise… yes, there is the grading. But I’ve already made excellent headway (you know, I just scan the name and decide based on whether the student has kissed my butt or not. Easy peasy.), and since I’m not giving in class finals, I get to spend next week at home with a stack of papers in front of the woodstove with a cup of tea and a cat on my lap.
RfP and Laura — have you no shame? This is an innocent pup, not the Marquis de Sade.
“RfP and Laura — [...] This is an innocent pup, not the Marquis de Sade.”
I know. I compared him to the Duke of Wellington.
Oh, I see. Laura=history, RfP=history porn. (De Sade, I mean, not Small.)
Wellie is an excellent name. If he has any unfortunate habits, you can call him Willie. Or Widdle, like Gerald Durrell’s dog.
Now wait a minute. Poor Marquis. I believe Justine was as much politics as pr0n, wasn’t it?
Y’all talk about him like he was baaaaaaaaaaaaad.
*Ahem*