So I haven't posted in a while. Sorry for that. I still haven't told Nice Guy about my blog and he's around so much that I don't have the time to write privately.
I made him dinner tonight. Let's just start off by saying I suck at cooking. I totally suck. I would not survive in the 1930's. I made him eat freezer burnt hash browns (which had the flavour of cardboard), microwaved broccoli and cauliflower (which was a little rubbery but otherwise the best part of the meal), and I managed to burn both sides of the chicken wings. He insisted that it was fine and the burnt parts just peel right off. I made him take the leftovers for lunch because I couldn't bear to see them again.
My dog is in a competition in a couple weeks. He does Rally Obedience but we've also been practicing with the Scent hurdle team. I was extremely pissed off last week because our captain said he wasn't ready yet but we've been practicing since about April and I think he's more consistent than some of the other dogs. We had a practice on Sunday against another team and he did so awesome that now I feel good even if he doesn't get to compete.
I started painting again as well. Nice Guy's brother saw the butterfly that I was working on and ask me to paint him a picture. He takes wildlife photos and so I got Nice Guy to steal some and I'm going to try to replicate one with acrylics. We'll see how it goes. If it's done and looks good by Christmas I'll give it to him, and if it looks like crap I'll just get him a shirt. Or maybe a tie.
I had a Halloween party at my house. Nice Guy and I were both mad hatters and I dressed my dog up like the white rabbit. Then I decorated my dining room like a tea party. Each tea pot had a different shot in it (Swedish Berry, Crispy Crunch and Bazooka Joe) and the little tea cups were shot glasses. Then at about 10 we all went out to the bar and danced.
This coming weekend I'm suppose to go with Nice Guy to his Aunt's house to make chocolates and truffles. Apparently it's a yearly tradition. I'm not sure how much I like this aunt. She's fairly nice but she says some things that get to me. Like the last time I saw her, she attributed the goodness and kindness in Nice Guy to the fact that he was raised religious. It was all because of the church that he turned out so good. And since I wasn't raised religious at all I felt like it was a dig at me and my parents. I don't believe that a religious upbringing is required in order for you to grow up to be a good person. I am most likely over-reacting but I feel like she isn't completely straightforward with everything she says. So we'll see how making chocolates goes. Luckily she doesn't live very close so we barely see her. On a good note, she rescues dogs and we are welcome to bring our dogs to her house. So I don't have to find a babysitter for my dog when we go there. Hopefully I'm wrong about her undertones and I'll end up really liking her.
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