Weiners know weiner people

I know it’s been a few since I posted. My goal was originally to post at least once a day but I was checked in to Cedars-Sinai for “exhaustion” and then I ran into Ri-Ri and you know how it can get when old friends haven’t seen each other in awhile, especially when domestic abuse is one of the topics of convo.

No really, I was sick as a dog the past couple of days. All the old women in my office have been passing around this flu-like crap and I finally caught it. Luckily I am working from home to next couple of days to avoid the plague. I was so sick I couldn’t even leave my apartment to get my beloved Starbucks black tea. I have been having withdrawals.

Before I came down with the sickness I did manage to do a couple of fun things this weekend. The weather in Houston was amazing this weekend, nearing 80 during the days so LG and I took the pups to the dog park here. It was slam packed with wieners and we loved it. (that sentence was not supposed to be dirty) There was this incredibly creepy man that kept saying/screaming “Wieners know weiner people! Wieners know wiener people!.” No sir I am pretty sure my dogs are coming up to you because you are standing in the middle of the dog park screaming, but whatev. There were also lots of pugs, which usually turns out bad because Frankenstein has an aversion to “smoosh-face” dogs and tries to attack them- then things just get awkward.

Saturday night I went to Whiskey Creek with some friends and had a really good time. I would have to say it’s probably one of my favorite places I have been to so far in Houston. There is always such an amazing crowd. I think it is a “destination bar” for a lot of people who don’t live in the city so there is always one of those typical fat girl (yes I said it) bachelorette parties with penis’ galore and you will no doubt see at least cowboy or 7. We indeed saw a cowboy and immediately nicknamed him “cowboy” (we are so creative after 7 vodka tonics) anyway eventually we did talk to Mr. Cowboy and some how ended up giving him and his extremely drunk friend a ride home- They were so thankful for the ride home that they bought us romantic late night meal for us at Taco Cabana. How nice. I will forever be grateful to “Cowboy.”

Then I woke up Sunday and felt like death. I am still recovering but felt like posting something. Hope everyone has a mediocre week, I know mine will be.