Eleven Weddings, a Escapee Hamster!, and lets not forget the drug addicted dog.

Who's going to see Wicked! That's right this girl right here. *Special kid happy dance* O yeah, O yeah *Fist pump* uh huh, uh huh *sprinkler*

Hello there invisible friendlies. *Frantic waving*

What's that you ask, how was my weekend? Well I'm glad you asked.

We got the dog spayed. T

The special dog, not the good, sweet doesn't eat my furniture dog. I know its been awhile since I mentioned her, she has become somewhat more bearable. I'm actually starting to like her. She's about seven months old now and my parentals will be visiting this month from the east coast "Holla" *insert white girl version of gang sign that looks more like the Y.M.C.A. dance then it should* They will be bringing my dear sweet three-legged weenie dog they hijacked from me. He is not fixed, and Tesla is just to 'special' to multiply (you like how I didn't say stupid there, it took me a minute to come up with the alternative.)

So Friday she got fixed. Saturday she came home. The chick at the vet (who by the way, was all "what a sweet, adorable, well behaved puppy" *lots of squeaky voice*, and I was all "yeah, the little girl from the Exorcist was cute to, just wait awhile, she'll go all Regan on you and the next thing you know... pea-soup everywhere!" You could tell she was debating rather or not the dog should go home with me.

Anywhateverandsuch, she was all "She's going to be in a lot of pain, but its up to rather or not you want to take some pain meds home with you, it will be $25." then she glared at me. So I bought the drugs and was debating rather to hide it in cheese or a grape (the dog really likes grapes) when I dropped it....and she scarfed it up, tail wagging she followed me around looking for more. You could tell she was a little doped. Now I don't even consider the cheese/grape, she happily swallows whatever I give her. I think we should have named her Lindsey.

Saturday, the Husbinator and I went to his sister and her husband's house. From there we all piled in the car and went to their neighbors (Who the Husbinator used to work with) wedding. They are from El Salvador? or Mexico? or something like that.

We get there and are a little confused because the bride is not the right chick, then another bride walks in (still not the right chick) followed by another......and so on. It was a mass(?<---what the hell I'm assuming here, it was catholic after all) wedding. There were ELEVEN couples that got married in the span of two hours.

The service and reception were entirely in Spanish, I could understand about every third word.

Another fun fact, when you are the only white (gringo?) chick and you happen to have blond hair, all the gangster looking guys with neck tattoos will stare at you like you have magical unicorns in your vajay-jay.

At the reception... I was outraged! The bride got to whip the groom with a leather belt while he 'danced' (writhed in pain). Why did I not get to physically abuse the Husbinator at our wedding?? He's Spanish (the Spain kind so I think its Spaniard) that's close enough to El Salvador or Mexico that it should have been ok.

And last but not least, The damn hamster escaped again, not once but twice this weekend. He is taken his name (Houdini) to seriously. The first time I found him in a fugly bag one of my sister-in-laws had gotten me. It was the size of a suitcase and had anal beads for shoulder straps. He chewed multiple holes int he fabric and un-threaded/ate most of the anal beads. The second time, I couldn't find him, I assume he was hiding in my vast book-shelf no doubt reading some Celtic folklore (maybe I can convince him a goblin will eat him if he gets out again). I ended up putting some food on the floor and leaving his lower level door open, I found him later asleep in his house, all the food gone. I left him with threats about using the vacuum to find him next time.


Till the next adventure friendlies!

~*~Toodles~*~