scissors and pills

We might have a second dog. If we do, her name is probably Lula. If it turns out that she belongs to someone else, I guess they can keep whatever name they've given her, but I think Lula fits. She looks freakishly similar to our friends' pitbull/boxer mix (I thought it was him when she joyfully greeted me in the grocery store parking lot), she's sweet as pie, and she and Jones seem to like one another and even played race-around-the-yard games. Considering that the Mr. has been saying that he doesn't want a second dog, or, more accurately, that he probably doesn't, he seems rather attached already. She has decided that he is her champion (not me, certainly - the one who heaved her into the back seat of the car, where she cowered and piddled in abject dread) and seems prepared to adore him as much as he'll allow. Of course, everyone adores the Mr., so this is nothing unexpected. If she turns out to be our dog, there will be dog photo spam aplenty.

I have been sick for a week, and I'm still sick-ish. I slept most of the week, but it was different from my usual sleeping-through behaviors in that I was very congested during all the naps. Due to this sleeping/sickness, I missed a great party as well as a Beck show. Also, I was going to go to Winchestercon since it was right here in town but 1) sickness, and 2) I only knew about five people total who were going to be there, and I understand that two of them didn't show up after all. However, my dear gothphyle was in town, so I took her away from the con and, after a brief stop at the store that resulted in a baguette and a dog (see above), the Mr. and I fed her Cheeses of All Nations (well, the EU, anyway), and then stone_princess, joyfulgirl41, and lalejandra came over to partake of the cheese and watch me get drunk. Then the Mr. and stone_princess went on a pork-hunting mini-date, I got maudlin for a minute, and Jones got petted. I'm not sure if my throat is sore because it's been sore, or because I was talking and laughing so much. I'm kind of worn out and sick-ish again, but it was a lot of fun. So many fine bitches...