Rabbit Style News

It started raining a little before lunch and it is still raining at 11:17 p.m.  It has been raining all day, pretty much continuously.  It is like I’m someplace else, someplace that isn’t the Arizona desert.

I walked past several young men in the hot tub on the way back from the mailboxes this evening.  One was saying, “Every time I’ve gotten a girl ready to have sex, I lay ‘em down, I reach for my wallet — and I have nothing, you know?”

I didn’t hear the others’ responses.  I had questions for him, and I wanted to know what he said next:  “And I’m like, damn, but this girl is hot and she’s layin’ there so we do it anyway, hopin’ that I don’t get nothin’ and she’s not gonna get preggers, you know?”

If “every time” he doesn’t have a condom, why hasn’t he learned the lesson and stocked up?  Where are they having sex that his wallet is the only possible source — are they in a car?  If they’re at his place, doesn’t he have some in a drawer or in the bathroom cupboard or something?  If they’re at her place, why doesn’t the girl ready to have sex have her own stash?

Or maybe I misunderstood and he’s reaching for his wallet for something else.  Money?  Identification?  Library card?

I went to Target this evening and spent $140. I made a long list beforehand of things I needed (toilet paper), things I’ve been planning to buy but could live without (new jeans that aren’t faded or ratty at the bottom), and things that are unnecessary and fun (candy to replace the candy I’m always eating from my manager’s stash). I didn’t buy anything not on the list, and I decided against some things that were on it.

I bought jeans for $23. If I like them a lot, I’ll buy another pair to hem for wearing with sneakers or flats. This pair is intended for heels, and I’ll still be hemming two inches off the bottom.

Other purchases included, but were not limited to: two shirts, underwear, notecards and envelopes, lip balm, face lotion, a set of drawers for my growing sewing materials, a new pillow, and People magazine. That last one is to jumpstart my exercising; I haven’t been on the elliptical in probably six weeks, ever since I went through a bad week with constant head pain. After that marathon headache finally abated I never got back on it and I’ve gained a little weight. The magazine is for reading only while on the elliptical machine.

I bought my dog Purina Senior dog food, intended for dogs age 7+.  I think 14 years old fits in that category.  She seems to like it a lot.  She also likes her worm poison.  And there was some arthritis medicine she had for a few weeks last year that smelled like honey and tasted like something amazing that she greatly enjoyed.  It came in a dropper and was measured in mL, and sometimes she would bite the dropper before I had a chance to squeeze it into her mouth.  The vet said dogs like it and she was right.

The hexapus has also come out of retirement.  Its embroidered mouth is tattered one of its legs is hanging by a shred.  Soon it might become a pentapod.

I received an absurd portrait of the dog for my birthday.  She looks like the saddest dog in the world, probably because she was made to sit still while my brother took a picture of her for the artist to use as reference.  Man, she hates sitting still on command.  My companion complains that the eyes follow him around the house, that no matter where he is the painting Kalayna is leering at him.  I’ll post a picture soon.

I have been convinced to go to my brother’s girlfriend’s family Thanksgiving. My plan was to sleep late and work on my quilt (I mean mail my quilt… which is completely finished… and beautiful…) and not make small talk with somebody else’s family, but this will be ok too I guess.

My gentleman friend and I are bringing potatoes au gratin, two lemon meringue pies, and Rice Krispie treats. That last one is his contribution to the fine culinary adventure.