Daylight Saving Time is wonderful

I think I have finally gotten myself resynched as far as sleep goes. *crosses fingers* It helps that there is actual full daylight at 8AM instead of murk.

Yesterday I went to a dog event---wasn't working the booth, just hanging out. Due to the coolish weather---50s with a strong breeze over the weekend---there was a good showing of the heavier-coated breeds. Not just huskies and malamutes and shepards, but a stunning Landseer Newfoundland, gorgeous he was, a real gentle giant. Giant? Also a big black giant Schnauzer. A St. Bernard. And three lovely black Standard poodles, all very perky.

There was a lure coursing course set up (I know that sounds redundant, but chasing the lure is called coursing, and it's set up with boundaries like a racecourse, so it's not, really.), and watching that was fun. There were some dogs who didn't Get It, as in, "I'm supposed to follow the plastic bag (lure) all the way around the course." They'd romp after it as far as the first turn, then wheel around and run back to their people. There were a couple of Rotties, though, whose prey drive sent them galloping through the course, chasing that bag for all they were worth. They're so athletic, it was beautiful to see.

Am a little put out with J. Part of it is her math---I picked up a couple things for last week's event with my own money, and I disagree with her total as far as reembursement goes. Part of it is her assumption that I'm always available (She'd shoot me if I said she takes after her mother, but...in this, yes, she does.) and have no plans of my own that might conflict with her events---for which I'm not getting compensated, I might add---she hasn't even fed me lately.

There's also the fact that she's been enlisting her bestest buddy from school, the wench who didn't show up for set-up last week, and who made a snarky comment when I showed up yesterday. I flat-out don't like her...it's ironic, because usually it's the other way around: My friends don't like each other, but I get along with everyone.

Slid by Fashion Bug afterward to try on jeans. When I asked what the inseam length was on their average jeans (as opposed to petite or tall), the salesgirl looked at me as if I had two heads. What--?! I'll bet their online reps would know. Only found one pair in a dark wash that I liked, and found out that their size 28 fit the same as JMS 26, namely, too tight but I could zip and button them. It was late in the day; I need to go back some time when I can do nothing but try on fifteen pairs of jeans for two hours or so.

Did get some last-hurrah-of-summer tops---three silky tanks that were marked down to $3.98 apiece, meaning that all three of them together were less than half the original price of any ONE of them. They're dressy, and it never hurts to have a little something classy in reserve at this time of year.

This morning, I came out of the house to head over to the food bank, and what to my wondering eyes should appear but a U-Haul truck parked next door. Oh god, Please God, let that mean that the Noisy Neighbors are Going Away!!! *crosses more fingers, can't type*

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Daylight Saving Time is wonderful

I think I have finally gotten myself resynched as far as sleep goes. *crosses fingers* It helps that there is actual full daylight at 8AM instead of murk.

Yesterday I went to a dog event---wasn't working the booth, just hanging out. Due to the coolish weather---50s with a strong breeze over the weekend---there was a good showing of the heavier-coated breeds. Not just huskies and malamutes and shepards, but a stunning Landseer Newfoundland, gorgeous he was, a real gentle giant. Giant? Also a big black giant Schnauzer. A St. Bernard. And three lovely black Standard poodles, all very perky.

There was a lure coursing course set up (I know that sounds redundant, but chasing the lure is called coursing, and it's set up with boundaries like a racecourse, so it's not, really.), and watching that was fun. There were some dogs who didn't Get It, as in, "I'm supposed to follow the plastic bag (lure) all the way around the course." They'd romp after it as far as the first turn, then wheel around and run back to their people. There were a couple of Rotties, though, whose prey drive sent them galloping through the course, chasing that bag for all they were worth. They're so athletic, it was beautiful to see.

Am a little put out with J. Part of it is her math---I picked up a couple things for last week's event with my own money, and I disagree with her total as far as reembursement goes. Part of it is her assumption that I'm always available (She'd shoot me if I said she takes after her mother, but...in this, yes, she does.) and have no plans of my own that might conflict with her events---for which I'm not getting compensated, I might add---she hasn't even fed me lately.

There's also the fact that she's been enlisting her bestest buddy from school, the wench who didn't show up for set-up last week, and who made a snarky comment when I showed up yesterday. I flat-out don't like her...it's ironic, because usually it's the other way around: My friends don't like each other, but I get along with everyone.

Slid by Fashion Bug afterward to try on jeans. When I asked what the inseam length was on their average jeans (as opposed to petite or tall), the salesgirl looked at me as if I had two heads. What--?! I'll bet their online reps would know. Only found one pair in a dark wash that I liked, and found out that their size 28 fit the same as JMS 26, namely, too tight but I could zip and button them. It was late in the day; I need to go back some time when I can do nothing but try on fifteen pairs of jeans for two hours or so.

Did get some last-hurrah-of-summer tops---three silky tanks that were marked down to $3.98 apiece, meaning that all three of them together were less than half the original price of any ONE of them. They're dressy, and it never hurts to have a little something classy in reserve at this time of year.

This morning, I came out of the house to head over to the food bank, and what to my wondering eyes should appear but a U-Haul truck parked next door. Oh god, Please God, let that mean that the Noisy Neighbors are Going Away!!! *crosses more fingers, can't type*

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