I’m supposed to be, oh, moving right now.
Yes, again. But just down the street this time.
We bought a house in the same neighborhood we’ve been renting in and closed on it Monday. Huzzah!
I’m mentally ready to move and get settled in our “maybe not forever but for a long time” home- just not quite there physically. This might take a while.
Today is the day to start packing and schlepping things down the road. We’ve got a lot of crap, I’m determined to actually pare some of this crap down, so… it’s going to be a process.
And yet: here I am writing about my future dog and cat.
Totally logical when you are looking for ways to avoid work.
Hear me out.
It’s been almost 3 years since we lost our last pet, Ranger. He was a massive lab and we loved him so! But we needed some time after he passed, and then we moved, and then things got complicated. So we put off the pet decision for a while.
But I think we’re almost ready to make that leap again.
And this time I’m considering both a dog and a cat.
I feel like this is a brilliant, foolproof plan that can only be foiled by a husband with no imagination.
I want to call them Chris (dog) and Tom (cat).
Depending on the day Tom can be for Hiddleston (when he’s being particularly catlike, i.e. evil, and channeling the God of Mischief) or Holland when he’s being just so gosh darn adorable that I want to put him in my pocket and carry him around all day.
And since all Chris’ are GOOD and godlike, we can decide on a day to day basis if my dog Chris is Hemsworth, Evans, or Pratt.
Avengers Pets: ASSEMBLE!
ps- there will be helmets. I mean…
Also my son said, “Aren’t you taking this fandom thing too far?”
Me: Nope. There is NO such thing. Next question?