The menace in your fridge

I shouldn't watch the news. It always ends with me freaking the fuck out, frothing at the mouth, screaming about conspiracies and loathing that the general public allows themselves to be brainwashed with such obvious garbage. I watched the news for about 5 minutes a while back. It was about the produce we eat and how it can be covered with all kinds of stuff that is very dangerous. Pictures of "friendly" looking green leafed vegetables flashed across the screen. Wolves in sheep clothing. Suddenly I remember! I ate a cantaloup the other day! Cantaloup is the biggest offender! That's what got this non-organic horror ball rolling! I don't want to die!!

Luckily, I didn't.

I get super tired of hearing about organic this, organic that. I purchase organic grapes and apples because you can't rinse the filth of the "other" ones. I'm kind of terrified of celery. I make that ewwie face whenever I am shopping produce and cannot find what I want in organic. Not because I am going to buy the "other" kind, but because I know there is now one more stop. It feels ridiculous but yet super healthy and when I really want what I want, I make the next stop. I haven't figured out if it's worth it yet.

Holy crap you guys, we got a new puppy. By we I mean the AH now owns a new puppy. I found her on CL and helped with the decision to get her, but he's raising this tiny bundle of hair, skin and blood. He named her Pigeon and as much as she might be dying from chemical overload right this instant, she is the cutest thing on the planet. She is a bonafide, 4 month old Australian Silky Terrier. Observe:






She is everything you could want in a dog. She's quiet, responsive, lively, fun, gentle, smart, etc. You name it, she's doing it and it rocks. It makes me think back on Tabitha's puppyhood and get all emotional and loving.

Remember the lumberjack thing? The night before I was still pretty pumped even though the forecast was serious amounts of rain. Then came the severe weather warnings. Thunderstorms and flooding until that evening. As much as I am all about the adventure, I don't care for flooding. I never really have but I am especially prone to avoidance when driving the toybox. So that was a no go. I thought about checking out the foliage this weekend but Pigeon came into our life. And there is nothing more distracting (or able to make you forget everything you have ever planned on doing in your entire lifetime) than a puppy. Especially a super tiny lively one. So now I have a pile of laundry, no pictures of foliage and some errands to complete and you know what? I'm totally cool with that. I doubt I am going to look back in 10 years and think: damn it JH, that's where you went wrong. You should have chosen the fucking laundry.