"If I ever get a little dog or a kitty, just take me out back and____________."
Those of you who know me will be able to fill in the blank.
Word: I have accepted a little dog.
And a roommate.
For some months.
For those of you who have perceived a tone of no-so-quiet desperation in my recent posts, I can only think that you must be partly right. Dog?
I have gone out of my mind.
It happened like this.
Neruda: "You remember my friend Antonia Lynn? You met at my wedding? The one who directs movies?"
Me: "Yes."
Neruda: "Do you want to rent her a room? She got kicked out of her other place and she needs a place to stay in New York. She comes home to the Berkshires for weekends."
Me: "Well, maybe. For how long?"
Neruda: "I'll have her call you. You're breaking up."
One day later.
Antonia: "So I am in such a mess. My boyfriend of two years dumped me. He said he doesn't love me any more and I said we can work on this and he said there's nothing to work on and I guess you can't make someone love you and I'm so sick of moving...."
Me: "Well, I'm not there right now, but I can leave keys in the elevator."
Antonia: "How much do you want?"
Me: "Well, don't you get like a per diem?"
Antonia: "Six-fifty?"
Me: "That's too much."
Antonia: "Five hundred?"
Me: "That's fine."
Antonia: "There's just one thing."
Me: "???"
Antonia: "I have a little dog."
Why I can't stop: My negotiating skills.
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This blog used to be called "Why I Can't Stop Smoking." Well, I did stop smoking. Now I need to stop drinking. The only thing is, every day there seems to be a reason why I can't just yet. It worked before, so—here goes! Today's reason
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9 comments:
Rex will be pleased.
So, is it a chihuahua? I know some really good pet boutiques. Antonia and I can go shopping. And she'll feel right at home with me. We can, like, direct a movie or something, when we're not shopping.
Honorable fiance LISAN say not worry, Lady Bride. Li have many relatives Chinatown. Find fine new house for bride.
Not talk this shoot! Shoot only wulverines and fierce werewulves, sleeping in coffee ground from Tibet.
In no time you will be buying treats and window shopping for doggie clothes.
Starting a sentence with I do not like animals ..but this dog is different. Starting another blog on why you do not like dogs except this one. Secretly I feel you are a closet animal lover and it is time to come out!
Indeed. The possibilities are endless.
She can get an LV pet carrier...like the soft model. It's very chic. And then she could start wearing Bottega Vanetta spiked boots again, and parade up and down Riverside. Instant society matron.
I like it.
Bottacelli.
Like, my Tinkerbelle wears those. I need to get Bambi some Manolos, because she's a jealous little 'chua.
What is this, blogger's block? This post has been up for a bazillion years.
and I just said "Good Luck"
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