Hmm.

Melvin and I are really looking forward to bringing puppy home. There's just one itty bitty glitch. His parents are objecting, rather violently, to the purchase of puppy. Ok fine, not so itty bitty..

How did we get into this mess? We thought we'll be able to convince his parents of letting us have a puppy. It's our money after all (mine, really - Melvin hasn't paid a cent so far) and we're perfectly capable of taking care of a dog. Ok... SOMEWHAT capable... *pause*

I can see people raising eyebrows here.

Fiiinnneee. We'll LEARN and maybe the dog won't die in our hands. there. happy?

We had two weeks to 'suggest' we want a dog, without telling them we've already bought it *cringe*

Melvin's idea *points*

It hasn't been working so well. And now, we have a week left.

Of course, one option is to collect the puppy and leave it at Glenn's place. But Lana is overexcitable, and placing an overexcitable golden retriever weighing 25kg with my rather small westie puppy in the same room doesn't bode well for the puppy's health.

*sigh*

On another note, I'd wanted to post some pictures of our trip to Melb/Syd, but the pictures are in the desktop at home. And whenever I get home, it's like "Warhammer!" and I forget all about the pictures.

Warhammer isn't a fantastic game though. The controls aren't as polished as WoW, and while PvP is fun for now, I can foresee that we'll all get bored with it in a few months.

And would you believe we haven't had sex since we started on Warhammer? We play until we're all sleepy and collapse in bed.

Hmm. Probably too much info there - but I needed to complain.

I'm meeting a few colleagues for dinner tomorrow and I really hope that doesn't turn out TOO awkward. I tend to end up blending in with the wall/tablecloth/chair/whatever inanimate object at such social gatherings.

Cath's EQ = 0.