My apartment complex has a rule where you can't own an animal that weighs more than 40 pounds. This information begs the question of just how much a basset hound weighs. I'm going to have to do some investigating here. In the case I do come up with a basset hound under 40 pounds, Mary and I took some time this mornign to come up with a list of good dog names. Here they are, in all their glory: Roscoe, Luigi, Beauregard, Old Hickory, Marty McFly, Charlemagne, Professor Woofers, Doctor Murder.
Dad and sister came down today, and we Bed Bath and Beyonded it up. Hello, Bed in a Bag! And then, we Best Buyed it up. Hello, Fancy TV! I swear, my apartment is way too fancy for me to live there. I need to start burning tires and skinning possums in the living room to balance out all of the nice stuff.
Before I moved here, my mom sent me an article saying Austin was the best place to live for swinging singles like myself. I shall now call shenanigans on MSN for printing that, as I have found no girls whatsoever in the past week in the course of my trips to Jack in the Box and my games of Hearts on the computer. Maybe all of the ladies are all too elitist, although I should point out that, when I had no internet or cable going, I won 7 straight games of Hearts. Form an orderly line, ladies.
I didn't realize until just now that BBC America has been showing a 2 hour block of The Office every night. Holy crap! A virgin is going into the volcano to thank the TV Gods for that one.
Posted by Cody at June 20, 2003 3:20 PM