Fake Bums

Soooo, last night at work, I sold some tickets to a man who may have looked quite similar to a bum. He was fully equipped with a pack full of stuff, a ratty old beanie hat, full scraggly beard... the works. He bought an $8 ticket to The Dark Knight Rises and when I told him the price, he pulls out his tattered looking wallet and the contents were unbelievable! He paid me with only one of the numerous $100 bills he had in his wallet. No kidding! And guess where he's from? Pluto. Well, probably not, but that's what he told Jamie in concessions. haha Silly, silly, fake bum. (The picture above is a bum but not the bum I'm referring to...)  

Oh, apparently, on Wednesday, Koda proceeded to chow down all the mouse poison pellets we have in our laundry room. Yeah. Scary. And you're looking at the worst dog owner on the face of the earth who noticed the poison was all gone but thought that the mice had eaten it all because Koda couldn't have possibly been in my laundry room long enough to eat it all so she didn't say anything to anyone about it being gone. So good thing this dog owner has a wonderful husband who knows it had to have been Koda and made him throw up so he wouldn't die and calls the vet to ask what to do. Yeah, he's a good dog owner; nursing our dog back to health. When I got home from work, I felt awful thinking I could've possibly killed the dog just by pure accident and naivety so I sat by Koda on the floor for a full hour rubbing his belly. He loved it! I think I'm forgiven.

And in other news, today while blog-stalking, I've come to the conclusion that fashion bloggers are slowly killing me. Whenever I get done looking at their blogs complete with multiple cute outfits, I feel like my clothing is more similar to the bum at the movie theater's than theirs. haha It's killing me, Smalls!