Monthly installment of pointless whinging! And dogspam!

Sadie on the beach. She only has one eye now, as of a few months back, but she is still as adorable as cute can be, in a slightly more piratical fashion. Best dog at the wedding.

Oh, my God. If I were any more distractable today I would be like, two. Except for the hormonal part, which is not compatible with toddlerhood. I cannot focus on anything for more than a few minutes to save my life, and I veer dangerously between maudlin sentimentality and uncontrollable ire. If I don't bleed soon I am going to fall apart into little bitty pieces. I am so PMS-ed out that watching the most recent episode of The West Wing Monday night made me cry, and not because the camerawork was so crap, either. I wish the Democratic party still had ideals and excitement. That would be so cool. But, you know, I haven't cried over politics since last November, when I spent like a week bursting randomly into tears after the election. So I figure it's mostly the hormones. I keep catching glimpses of myself in reflective surfaces and thinking, "Hey, that person would be kinda purty if she just put in a little effort on her appearance." Sadly, the time and motivation to do anything of the sort are completely nonexistent, so I will likely stay in the "wallflower who cleans up alright" category. I think the last time I got my hair cut was for my wedding, almost a year ago. And last week I decided that not one, but two sweaters that I had previously shunned as "frumpy" and "too old for my look" were actually sporty and comfortable, in a slouchy way. I have inner beauty, anyway. No, shut up. I do. If I were more energetic, I'd build myself a blanket fort when I got home, and hide out under it with my laptop, eating toast and drinking juice. But you kind of have to disassemble the whole living room and bits of the upstairs for a proper blanket fort, and they're not as roomy as they were when I was smaller, and now that I am an adult I have to clean up my own messes. Maybe a nap with my nice clean spaniel (I love it when she's just been to the groomers) instead. A spaniel is a wonderful comforting thing. On that note, I am including several pictures of my spaniel, because I love her and want to show off her fabulousness to the world. I will probably be the sort of parent who blogs constantly about her children, too. Deal.

Left to Right: Sadie, our other sweet pup Lakshmi, and my former spaniel Clare, who now lives with another family and has her own cat and two little girls to play with.