Monday, Monday

Can't trust that day.

I took Friday off and had a reasonable weekend. But Monday just turns everything into poop!

We always have Sunday dinner at the house. Its usually just us three. We don't throw a party. But its the one day that I can try out a new recipe and make everyone sit down and enjoy the last night of the weekend. It usually goes well as I have finished a bottle of wine by the end of the night and had a good meal. Or so I thought - maybe it was a wine induced haze.

Come Monday morning - everyone is a crank. All the funny jokes all the hugs and thanks for the weekend turn into a screamfest. A cryfest or a moodfest.

Mondays are tricky like that.

I had a decent weekend - looked at spas for the yard since I don't have room for a pool and spent my Sunday doing the usual 'Mother and Daughter' outing.

I do have a amazing story for you about dogs though.

Friday afternoon J and I went on the search for a doggy. After having a lovely visitor a few weeks ago - I decided I am ready to look into a new family member for the home. I didn't want to go to a "Pet Store" so I went to a "Boutique". The owner was dressed in an evening gown. That set bells off immediately. Discussed the different breeds that she had available as she only deals with Tea Cups and then the price....$1200! I sat there like a professional - didn't blink an eye.

"Twelve hundred dollars - Ha! Sure, let me bend over and get that for you. Would you prefer small or large bills?"

I then made J give the dog back and said we needed to do more research on the breed and scooted my broke ass out of there. Then I went to the pound. I would prefer not to get a pound dog for the mere fact that many of them are crazed because of the families that they came from previously. I really don't have the patience to deal with a dog that has issues. If you poop because your a puppy - that's one thing. But a grown dog that poops on my floor...we have a problem. The Humane Society had nothing under 100 lbs so we left. J was brokenhearted and I was glad I escaped with the remains left in my paltry bank account.

So back to the story...why would anyone buy a dog for that amount of money? If they are show dogs - that wasn't one of the selling points. No mention of the fact that I could possibly win the Eukanaba Dog challenge for toy breeds and win a lifetime supply of dog food.

Nada, zilch, zip!

Some talk about them being hypoglycemic. Not leaving them alone for more than 2 hours at a time.

I want a dog - but maybe teacups aren't for me - don't want a dog in a coma when I return after a 4 hour excursion.

I would like a dog - no more than 10 lbs. Lap-capable and cute as a button. J would prefer white - but me...I just want cute and potty trainable.

Oh and less than my mortgage payment.