may 5th.

   
   

i honestly don't know how to properly spell cinco de mayo. is that right? i am sure i could look it up but i am actually that lazy. sean will probably kill me for saying that since he speaks spanish but oh well. to me it is just the 5th of may. and we celebrated that. sean and i went out and ate steaks. i know, we are so festive right? not because we don't love mexican food. but because we had a gift certificate to ruby river. but the others went and got mexican food, and we all met up and went bowling. with moustaches and sombrero's. it was pretty sweet. all games were a dollar so that was even better.

i didn't get a picture of myself with my moustache on, because it was so cool that i just felt it shouldn't be publicly displayed. sean cringed at me in horror because i looked like hitler. and then i put it on my eyebrows and looked like my name should be helga. actually he probably cringed because i said this is what i would look like if it weren't for wax. and he should be grateful to the person that thought of actually putting it on their face and pulling off hair. ah, can you imagine being the first person to try that? it's like "hey, hey man, let me try something on you... i promise it won't hurt." WTF. but anyway. don't you love my friend zach's shirt?

mosey was a little stinker yesterday. have you ever seen the movie bolt? i am convinced that moses thinks he is a superdog. yes, i really feel this way. mosey will be chewing on a dog treat. and it will break into pieces. of course. well he just does not like that. he gets upset at his treat for breaking. and then he will growl at it. then he will try to pick it up and it will drop and he will pounce back, pause, and then plan his attack on the treat. now this is cute and all, but not when your neighbor and his 2 year old son are walking down the street and want to come pet the superdog. he is convinced that they are a mortal enemy. and he must defend all of the flowers and grass from those who cross our lawn. because heaven forbid anyone step on the dandelions that he was planning to eat in 5 minutes.

yes. mosey bit and sratched a 2 year old little boy. not way bad. but he is still in the bitey, chewy, i wanna rip your face of phase. i am trying to pretend that it is endearing and cute. but i had to get mad at him for that. but then he unleashed on me like i was backing up the mortal enemies and he must take me down too. so alas, i am injured. and mosey was escorted into his prison and whined for the rest of the night. i brought the neighbor and his son some ice cream, to try to make ammends. i think they are okay. as for mosey? i think he planned his escape all night. he truly believes that if he scratches hard enough that he can dig through the plastic bottom in his crate.  i seriously wish that i knew what goes on inside that puppies head.

later that night we were on the lawn because he was trying to go to the bathroom. things were fine and dandy. i looked down at my feet. he saw me look. i wiggled my toes. he froze. then pounced back. then did a full 180. and was backwards from me. i told him to sit. he did. not facing me. (i guess we still need to work on the part where when we tell him to sit, he will actually turn and face us) then all fours came up off the ground and he turned back around and lunged at my toes. because they are bad. and he is just trying to save the world. because he thinks he is superdog. i just wish i could convince him that i am supergirl and he is my sidekick. in time i suppose. in time.

oh, p.s. remember that one time i told about the story when i had herpes on my face and had to go get my prescription? and i guess i should just call it a cold sore. but gosh dangit i have facial herpes and i want everyone to know that it is okay to admit it. you should not be ashamed. but anyway, remember how it was really embarrassing and awkward? you should read the story if you don't remember. anyway, so i gave my brother my left over pills because turns out he has herpes too. and trust me, he did not get it from me. ewww gross. anyway, i had to call the dr. and refill my prescription and they made me make an appointment to go back in. and so i did. and then they were like "oh what? you have moles on the palms of your hand? that is not good." so they cut a mole. out of my hand. i just wanted you to all know that if you have a mole or freckle on your hand? don't go to the dr. they will freaking cut it off you.