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Today's post was supposed to be all about our new dog.

But we don't have a new dog.

My husband started sending me pictures yesterday around 11 am of a dog named Emmie. She looks very similar to our dog, Chance. I asked him if it was a new girlfriend for Chance? I'll call you later was all he said.

It turns out that Emmie has moved in with a family of Mr. Man's coworker because her owners don't feed or water her or provide her with any shelter. She is only about 4 months old. The family she has been living with already have 3 dogs of their own and don't really need another one.

Our dog is lonely. We installed a pet fence last year and although he has about 3 acres to run around in, he misses visiting everyone within a mile of our house. So, Mr. Man thought perhaps Emmie would make a nice companion for him. She is young enough that she should be easy to train on the fence.

I thought it was a great idea. My daughter's only concern was the name. Emmie is a little to close to Emily. Since Chance's full name is Sheriff John T. Chance (John Wayne's character in Rio Bravo) it only made sense that Emmie get a new John Wayne name, too. Katie Elder came to me first, but I went ahead and looked up the female leads from Rio Bravo (Feathers!) and Rooster Cogburn (Eula!). Katie Elder it would be. Mr. Man was very pleased.

Then the bad news came. Emmie's original owner saw Emmie's current owner snapping pictures of her on the cellphone and got a pretty good idea of what was about to happen. He went and got her and chained her back up in his yard.

Now we are torn. We got excited about the prospect of her, but we don't want to steal anybody's dog. We would probably being saving her, in some manner, but she isn't really ours to save.

I'm really disappointed and I don't know why. I don't even like dogs.

Nevermind

Oh. My. God.

I had been typing for the entire episode of King of the Hill and ranted and raved about my horrible, terrible day; in one freakish contortion of my fingers I hit the absolute wrong combination of keys and everything disappears and the little autosave flashes at the bottom of the screen and it is all gone. POOF.

That is the bozo button on the lapel of my horrible, terrible day. It sucked balls. Donkey balls. Big ones.

But it is over. I remained calm (mostly) and worked my way through it and did all the things that needed to be done and I just wanted to share. Is that so wrong? I don't think so. But. POOF.

Well, fine. King of the Hill is over and I need to go to bed. I will deal with this tomorrow. And I will make it to the store to get whine. I mean wine. I know where I can get some for 30% off.

I Miss my Dad

With all this unemployed crap going on, I really miss having my dad around to give me advice. He would understand all the corporate-speak going on now, although he was more fluent in the Italian version. He still understood the German-version that I am getting. I never asked him for advice when I had the chance, and now I really, really need it. I can't believe it has been almost 4 years. I still think I see him sometimes. It's weird. And sad, because my mom has been gone for, omg, just about 14 years, and the only time I think I see her is when I look at old photos of myself. But, I see older men in town and something about them reminds me of him. And I just get so sad.

I was all boohoo writing this, but the dvr just switched over to the Big Joe Polka Show, and, well, you just can't be sad when there is polka music on! I need another cup o'wine and a good polka, that's what I need. I hope that hot guy in the leiderhosen is on tonight. No one plays a dulcimer quite like him!

blaah

No wine for me today because I have to work. What's the point of having your Friday on Tuesday if your Monday is going to be on Friday? So now Saturday is Tuesday and oh my god do you even know what I'm talking about? I can't turn off italics!

Hey, now it's bold. WTF?

Hmmm. Listened to Elvis Costello The Juliet Letters. Kind of a downer. Perfect for a Friday turned Monday.

I fried chicken for the menfolk to eat while I'm in the hole tonight. Marinated it in hot sauce for 24 hours. In other words, I'm not eating it. This has got to be the most boring blog ever! Wish I was a star wars geek so I would have something useful to talk about, like this guy.

The one redeeming quality about working tonight? I got a 2 cd set called Stardust with 45 big band hits. I can torment my co-workers so we can all be miserable about me having to work tonight. Win win.

I Don't Love Red!

I don't love red so much, except in wine.

There will be no pictures today...because my hair is RED. I flirted with the concept on Thursday. Evidently I decided plain ole auburn was too boring so I picked up a box of "intense auburn" aka "Sweet Pepper" according to the Garnier Fructis people. Oh. My. GOD!!!! On the upside? My hair smells awesome. On the downside? It looked like I massacred someone in the shower. Who's gonna clean it up is what I want to know.

This is much more interesting than Edifi, which is what today's topic was going to be. Oy, don't get me started.

Today's wine was a Rosato I had a free sample of at Olive Garden. Excellent, and free! It was actually $31 a bottle at the restaurant. Ridiculous.

And tuneage was Hey There Delilah which I heard twice today; once on the way to St. Louis and once on the way home. After Edifi had made me cry. But that is another post altogether.

So, tomorrow I return to work, after my 6 week hiatus, with red hair.

Sweet Pepper!