Ramblings

So I've been in bed for the past 4 days with bronchitis and laryngitis (party...) and after my 4th dose of cough syrup of the day, I've concluded:

Night-time cough syrup gives me crazy nightmares.

I haven't had solid foods since Friday. So I'm eating pudding, and it says sugar-free. I think Sugar-Free Pudding is an oxymoron.

FCAT is against my religion. God can create nothing bad - thus he did not create the FCAT. If God did not create it, then it's not holy. If it's not holy, it's sinful. FCAT is a sin. Therefore, I shouldn't take it.

I think Adam & Eve were vegans, and we'll be vegans in heaven, since there's no death.

The world will see Dani En Fuego if I'm still sick on Saturday and can't go to my concert...

Bath time.

So if you know anything about me, you know that my puppy is my baby (okay, so he's 14 months old, technically not a puppy... but he's a little cutie). Every week, sometime around Tuesday or Thursday, he gets a bubble bath, a brushing, and a blowdrying (yes, I blow dry my puppy... I don't want wet puppy on my bed). Out of all the dogs I've owned, her certainly gets the most excited about bath time out of all of them.



Lets say it all together now... awww.... :)



In case you're wondering, he's a chihuahua mix. I think he's crossed with an Italian Greyhound - he looks exactly like a hybrid, is the average weight of the two of them, plus he's a wicked fast runner. He doesn't walk - he prances. SO funny to watch. I think painting his nails has ruined him.