During the period between 4:30 and 5:30 at work, a time that I usually term the "death hour," I often stray from my usual activities of researching and writing to check out a few of my not-so-guilty pleasures. For a while, a local animal shelter website called Hart90 was on the top of the list. It features dogs (and cats, but I don't care much for cats) with their weight, color, personality profile, and usually a heart-melting photo to go along with their sad story. Jesse calls it my Doggie Porn, but I prefer to think of it as a free dating service for my future pet. I get to know the traits I want in a dog and Jesse gets the privilege of me sending him links to my favorites.
Billy Brown was (and still is) my favorite pound puppy at Hart90. He was dog and cat friendly, liked long walks in the park, needed love, and of course, desperately wanted to come home with moi. I would imagine having that grassy patch for him to romp around and would dream about mushing his puppy cheeks while rolling around in the dirt. When Mika came out with his song "Billy Brown" just after I found my dog love, I would remind Jesse how awesome it would be to have a secretly gay pooch. Instead of breaking out of our fence to chase rabbits and squirrels, he would run wild and hump other dude dogs. Ah dreams.
Anyway, it's been a while since I've checked Hart's website. Mostly because it became more of an abuse than a pleasure to see dog after dog adopted (and not by me)! Also, things have been kind of busy in D.C. and my focus has shifted from obsessing about a dog to obsessing over portable storage units.
For the past few months I have stalked our neighborhood looking for the various companies that will plop a moving storage crate along the streets of Adams Morgan. There are several companies, but only a few will move long distance. Now that we're starting to get serious about this moving stuff, I have started looking into how much it's going to actually cost. What I've found out is that most of the companies have a standard container size that is approximately 7'wide x 7'deep x 8'tall - give or take a foot here or there. I have 4 companies that have provided quotes and the difference in cost is pretty shocking - some companies are almost $1000 less than others. Now the question that lingers is: how many square feet of crap do we need to jam in a wooden box? My new found frugal self would like to say exactly 7'x7'x8' worth. The realist in me, however, is shaking her head and belting out a malevolent chuckle.
So, tonight, Jesse and I will be spending date night with a six-pack of Paulaner hefe-weizen, and a blue roll of painters tape to mark out a cube shape in the apartment. Date night will be choreographed with the new Delays album blasting in the background. Hopefully Jesse won't pummel me mid-frolic as I meticulously measure and tape.
2 comments:
You crazy kids need more than a six pack... Based on my presumptions about the possible fun level of your activity, I'd say you both need at least (2) 40oz malt beverages.
Doggie porn, portable storage units, and Paulaner hefe-weizen - wow, life is good! Don't forget to pack the gum ball machine and the disco ball...
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