Random Esquire

Little Filthy sleeping on his paws (ab0ve)

PEACH YOGURT – DELICIOUS.

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Black cherry yogurt? ALSO DELICIOUS.

I like to snap picture of the lake when I snag a cab home.

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Dinner party at my sister’s – figs, gorgonzola, honey.

Little Filthy had an upset stomach here. He ate grapes off a table. Thought he might be toxic but the little boy pulled through and was back to himself in about a week. Scary!

There was a lot of travel at the end of the year. Little Filthy disapproves.

Legs got Little Filthy a pumpkin shirt.

Dinner one night.

Unfortunately, Little Filthy has learned that he just needs to climb over the back of the couch to look out the windows. *sigh*

Eggs lined up. These are from the restaurant Next. I was at the Food and Wine magazine event at the Museum of Contemporary Art.

Playing LEGOS with my nephew.

Dinner at the loft.

First snow fall.

Passed out.

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Here. On the rug.

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1. For three nights in a row, I had dreams about real estate. In one, I purchased a home and then found out that it used to be a whore house.

I’m not really sure what to make of that.

2.  I got this for my niece and nephew for Christmas. I will put it together and show it to them tomorrow. I expect some hell to break loose.

3.  Apologies for my silence – I feel a writing streak coming on.

4. I’m mailing Little Filthy to the highest bidder. He’s packed and ready to go.

1.  As some of you know, I am out of town on a work assignment that leaves much to be desired. I can not say any more about it but suffice to say that it has been very, very difficult. I put in over 90 hours last week.

2.  Little Filthy is doing quite well, being watched by my parents. They send me an e-mail picture of him daily with a caption that, essentially, is meant to say “See? Your dog is still alive. We aren’t incompetent.”

3.  I have never missed Instigator more in my life than I have this week.

4.  I appreciate my friends so much. They have been keeping me sane during the last week so I could get through the weeks still ahead of me.

5. I am worried that I will return home changed in some way I do not like.

6.  My desire to return home is so great that I might hug Nosy Neighbor and exclaim, “I AM SINGLE AND AN ATTORNEY AND SOMETIMES I WORK FROM HOME AND WHAT ELSE WOULD YOU LIKE TO KNOW?”

7. If you have ever felt like leaving a comment and not done so, please do. I would really appreciate it.

-R.

I ran into my neighbor again yesterday afternoon.  She is now curious about what I do for a living.

She said, as we got on to the elevator with Little Filthy, “Oh, your dog is so cute. Sometimes he barks at me in the morning when I leave for work and sometimes he doesn’t.” She said this last part slowly, as if testing my reaction to each word.

Sometimes he barks and sometimes he doesn’t because when I am home, I give him the evil eye for barking at noise in the hall.

I said, “He’s inconsistent.”

I don’t know why I do things like this. I could just tell her that I’m an attorney and that sometimes I work from home, but I find her indirect statements so odd that I don’t feel inclined to entertain them with the answers she is seeking.

She said, “I never see you leave for work!”

And then it happened.

I got Blank Face.

And I said in a completely vague manner, “Me, neither!”

It was just nonsense enough to give her pause while the elevator doors opened and we then began down the hallway in silence. We each unlocked our doors and I said, “Goodnight!” even though it was mid afternoon.

She probably hates me.

1.  I sometimes say things that I think are somewhat funny when really they aren’t.

This morning at the grocery store, the woman bagging my stuff said, “Do you mind if I put the shampoo in with your groceries?”

Now, first of all, it wasn’t shampoo. I got body wash for the 2nd bathroom because you can’t give guests a bar of soap. You know why? It’s just fucking gross. I mean, if I have to tell you that, then you’ve clearly never been a guest at someone’s home and gotten into the shower only to see a bar of soap staring at you with a single black, curly hair stuck on it. You follow?

Okay, so, she said, “Do you mind if I put the shampoo in with your groceries?”

I said, “No, I plan on eating the shampoo.”

She said, very softly, “…oh…”

I sort of wanted to roll my eyes or tell her I was kidding but then I figure she might as well think I’m a weirdo if she’s so gullible. I mean, life’s got harder lessons down the road for the likes of her.

2.  I might have a somewhat nosy neighbor. I take some pride in not fully answering her questions. The first time I met her, she said, “Ohhh, so you’re the new neighbor! I was wondering when I’d meet you. So… are you married? or did you buy your place alone?”

I said, “I have a dog.”

Then yesterday morning, I walked in early with some bags and she said, “Oh! Did you go to the Farmers’ Market?” Which, really, I don’t get why she would think that is the only place a person goes in the morning. Instead of telling her what I did, I said, “I’m a morning person!”

Whatever.

3.  Did you know that if you move and you decide not to take your bed frame and instead, you just put your mattress on the floor for a few weeks while you look for furniture..well, did you know that if you do that, your dog will think you are fucking awesome for giving him such a huge bed even if he finds it strange that you insist on sharing it with him? Little Filthy was disappointed when the bedroom furniture arrived.

My schedule has definitely changed since moving. Hence tirades like this from QTMama. I used to stay up until 1-2 a.m. regularly. Now, it hits 10 p.m. and I start to think of bed. WTF.

4.  I have still not purchased living room or dining room (they are all one big room) furniture. It has been suggested by more than one person that I simply put basketball hoops up on either end and call it a day.

5.  Little Filthy is completely baffled by the glass doored shower. He growls like mad when I open or close the doors. And once I am inside, when I close the doors, he somehow thinks I can no longer see him and he makes a beeline for the trashcan, getting up on his hind legs and peeking inside for goodies. I then yell, “Hey!” and about startle him to death. I really don’t get this dog.

This is what it looks like when someone jams your jaw open for an hour and drills out two cracked teeth.

I mean, honestly, that is just pure misery on his face.

Apologies for my radio silence.

I’ve owned a condo for one month and I’m officially Home Depot’s bitch.

Work has been nuts, as well. All of this adds up to not being online all that much.

To top it off, the beast is going under the knife on Monday.  Two teeth cracked and both will need to be drilled out of his jaw.

He doesn’t know yet.  That’s why he’s sleeping so well.

Just need to know your address so I can address the box.

Don’t worry. I’ll put some food in along with him.