fraking fabulous furry flashback friday: the puppy edition!

ok. so we've had other flashbacks and they're always about becky. becky, becky, becky! gah! who cares about becky when there are pictures of PUPPIES??? NOBODY AT ALL!

this is "matilda" aka pants! the wonder dog! when she was a fetus. if you had xray vision you could totally see her in this picture but you don't. because you're lame. lame-o. or wait, this is just a picture of a pregnant dog not an actual pregnant dog so really, all you'd see would be the inside of your computer and also i don't think that's not good for computers because they totally said something about radiation being bad for computers or something that one time.

this next one features pants (! the wonder dog) post fetus. she's totally eating some chow. and snuggling. she's still good at both.

this is pant's litter of puppies and the litter of kittens i was raising at the time. that's some pussy on puppy action if i ever saw any. woo!

finally we have the puppies a little older chewing on ropes.

and there you have it! no pictures of becky and lots of pictures of puppies! yaaaaaaaaaayeee! wow. this ending kind of fizzled. i got nothing good to end this... with... perhaps a preposition? check! you know what? how bout yous just check out this? you can make tooting noises with me! funsies!

i almost forgot!  SIDE NOTE! after all my anti-being weird about food (i'm fine with food. i love food. we're getting married) .... i have a problem. ok. it's a weird problem about me. and my weirdness and i need YOU in your youness to help me, in my weirdness. (i did already ask this on the twitter, so feel free to ignore it if you've already ignored it on twitter and or you already helped and or you don't really like me that way)

given my allergies, is it weirder for me to bring food to a dinner thing or not eat at a dinner thing? (eat beforehand) lay it on me. i figure at like a cocktail, snacky gathering i can continue to just have drinks. that's what i usually do. part two: what do you think about the current state of affairs that i'm doing to.. my... affairs? (to clarify: the sentence before that sentence about what i usually do at COCKtail parties).

ps i got really, really, reallyreally sick after a dinner party recently. the hostess even went out and bought a gf mix just for me [insert searing embarrassment and horror and feeling like i'm a horrible, horrible person who is weird and has to have people go out of their way for me. ugh]. i tried to call her beforehand so that i could bring a beefed up side dish, etc. but she ended up talking to chuck and we all know how uninterested in details chuck is (very).* soooo i ended up bringing the salad, and ate the meal and the gf cornbread. i ate everything. and i got sick even with her trying. FUCK! he also did the whole no teflon pan thing. [more searing embarrassment].

*i told him my plan was to ask if we could bring a side dish. he apparently asked if she wanted us to bring potatoes. well... jesus, chuck! what if she's not cooking something that would go with potatoes? what then? jesus. so yeah, when we got there? potatoes. i really hope she didn't feel obligated.