Last night, Marvin Gardensalad and I went to a cocktail party at the home of some people we met. They had two Corgis and a Siamese cat who was large and brown.
Really, the success or failure of a visit to someone's house, for me, depends entirely on whether they have pets or not and whether those pets let me kiss on them. Seeing as one of the Corgis stretched out over Marvin's and my laps and promptly fell asleep, I'd say the night was a rousing success.
Corgis are so cute, aren't they? Do you know what Corgis look like? They are the kind of dogs Queen Elizabeth has. Here. I'll get a picture off the Internet. Thank heavens for the Internet.
Anyway, it was kind of hard to be good at said affair, as there were many snack items to be had. There were those Tostitos that are round with curled-up edges so you can hold dip in them, and those were filled with refried beans and a dollop of sour cream and alternatively a green onion or a black olive. Then there were flautas, which are pretty much my favorite things on earth, with guacamole, which seriously IS my favorite thing on earth, as long as people don't muck it up with cilantro, which should be outlawed.
Finally, there was chicken shish kebob, which I figured was perfectly healthy, so I tried to concentrate on that.
I am sad to tell you that it was someone's birthday, so we also had chocolate cake. I am kind of not looking forward to my weigh-in tomorrow.
However, I have been keeping up with my running and today I have to run 2.5 miles. I may even try to do so outside and not on the treadmill, as it is getting warmer. Plus, running in real life is way different than running on the treadmill. Somehow not having the sidewalk move under you makes it harder to do. Hmmm.
My only issue with running outside is there aren't many sidewalks here, as we are in the country, and also people let their DOGS run LOOSE, so I worry about being chawed on by a Rottweiler or something. But I supposed that's a chance I'll have to take.
The entire time I have been writing you, my cat Winston has continuously walked in front of the keyboard and knocked his head onto my head so I'll pet him. Do you suppose he knows I wrote about making out with a Corgi last night?
