What should I drive?

A car, any car, a truck, a van, anything!!! Then I could drive myself to JFK and wouldn't have to rely on flaky car services. I wouldn't have to worry about which religion the driver of the car service is, because some won't let animals in their cars, wtf? Why did my car get stolen, why?! why?! why?!

Last night, I packed my big suitcase full of stuff I want to move back to California. I figured each trip home, I'll do this, and in the end, it will be less expensive to permanently move back home. I put the suitcase into the hallway while Annabelle was sleeping, so she wouldn't know that I'm going on a trip. Success! She woke up & trotted over to me just as I was closing the door!

I woke up at 5am, enough time to snuggle with thee pooch before the car picked me up at 6. I moved my other little bag and backpack into the hall, and she didn't notice a thing. Then I realized, oh NO! The sitter is coming at 7:30 to pick her up and her collar & leash are in the kitchen. Just picking those up and hanging them by the door, in their normal spot, thru her into a hysteria, because she had one word on her mind and one word only, and that word was OUTSIDE. I tried to go with the flow of our normal routine, giving her some peanut butter in her dish & heading out the door.

THE MISTAKE: she heard me rolling the suitcase out the door. Then it hit her, not only was she NOT going for a walk, I am leaving her. She then proceeded to hyper-ventilate and bark nonstop. From 6AM to 6:40, I stood outside, in the rain, waiting for the damn car to pick me up, listening to the dog freak out, going inside attempt to calm her down, lay in bed pretending to be asleep (didn't work) apologizing repeatedly to the upstairs neighbors, who finally said they were going to the gym because they couldn't take it anymore. Repeat, repeat, repeat for 40 minutes.

I had to leave the big suitcase of stuff at home, because there would be no time to check it. I made it to the airport just in time to make the flight. And to call the sitter and ask him to please check for stress shits around the house.

What would a Dalmatian drive?

I don't have much to say, so I guess I'll blog about bugs!

I spotted (haha) this bug on Hwy 1 on my way home a few years ago:

Yes, it's dalmatian bug....and yes, that's the most beautiful commute home a person could have.

I am such a good stalker, I found out that this person a) lives somewhere off Fassler Ave in Pacifica and b) parks everyday at Colma BART. Mind you, I'm not crazy or anything, it's just that when I see spots, I go just a little INSANE!! :)

I only left this guy like one, maybe two notes on his car... and a picture of my dalmatian.

And an invitation to her party.

I bet he misses me now that I moved to NY.