Sweet Tweets: Everybody's workin for the weekend.

Hey Everybody!

All four of you who are reading this.

Okay who am I kidding, Hi Todd! Hope the weekend was awesome because well, mine was.

Here's a little glimpse into how my ENTIRE weekend went:

No! NO! NOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Stop that. Stop that please.

No! That's not yours.

Where did you find that? Get that out of your mouth.

NO! AGH! AAAAAAGH!

Ouch, you little bastard.

Please STOP it. NO!

Not yours, dammit.

NO!

Was that you or the dog, damn, that's funky!

No. Uh-uh.

NO.

Just go to sleep please. Please.

No. Noooooo!

Good dog.

Rinse. Repeat.

It was good times really. I just love that shithead. I mean Romeo.

And you know what else Romeo did this weekend? He invented a new game, he sure did. Genius dog? Me thinks so. It's called Hunt For The Shit. It's kinda like a safari, but instead of exotic animals you're trying to find feces. Huge piles of them. Tons of fun. Especially at 4 am. It goes a little like this:

*Sniff*

*Sniff*

*SNIFF*

Where the hell is it, it has to be -

SQUISH

Ah, there it is.

The game definitely has the potential for multi-players. Give us a heads up if you want to play, and we'll get Romeo to work up a particularly juicy one for you.

Not to mention we have the only dog on the earth that doesn't like the park. We took Romeo to the park on Saturday and he was all like, so? What's big flippin' deal? And quit shoving those squeaky balls in my face.
I hate those.

I basically had to drag him on his leash through the luscious foiliage. Which began the Romeo hates me session number 412.

In between all that, I also managed to scrub the bath tub to a sparkling spit shine! Nesting? No it's just that the tub had moved from slightly discolored to off color green and then on to a horrific blackness. Ew gross, I know. Either Charlie and I are out-of-control funky, or his tub is sensitive. But most likely it's due to the fact that it had been like a month and a half since we cleaned it. Whatever. I srubbed, and it's now pristine. I also cleaned the shower curtain liner because it was about 8 times worse than the tub. Now, I could hide behind my blog here and say that I have no idea how Charlie could have let the liner thingy get so disgusting. And that I would never let something I owned get that disgusting, but we all know that would be A. LIE. Well, anyways I got the bathroom totally cleaned, which in my schedule book means I am off the hook cleaning wise for about another month and a half. Sweet. (And yes, this is why our relationship succeeds. I love you, honey!) Oh and babe, I didn't scrub the toiliet, you understand right? Hop-Singy was tired.

Leave it to me to do half ass work and still expect to be treated as a princess.

Oh, and I'm loving the fact that Charlie bought From the Earth to the Moon on DVD. Cue my inner outer space geek. Heh. They put a man on the moon and I can't even my dog to play with his toys.

Oh the irony.

More Romeo pictures? I thought you would never ask.

Thanks Mom, the park is awesome. Not.
PS. It's hawt.

This is shortly after Romeo completely gave up on the park. Just plopped down and said suck it. In the background is one of the squeaky balls he detests.