Milkshake Monday

So last night was Milkshake Night at chez Andrea. She was throwing a little milkshake party for our friend Ian, who just got a sweet job. Milkshake as in icecream and milk in a blender, not as in something sexual...which I really don't even know what it means sexually, but apparently it does because no one likes that song "My Milkshake" and everyone tells me it's a gross song. In fact, my sister thoroughly hates it. So maybe I should stop humming it while walking around the office. Anyway, had a good time, although I think I'm getting a little sick, so I was not quite feeling my usual ridiculous and silly self. Also disturbed by the fact that Jack Nicholson has apparently ALWAYS been old - we were watching B-Mania and caught "The Terror" which was made in 1963, and dude, he looks ancient for a guy who's supposed to be 26.

Thanks to all for the concerned comments about Pig. Makes me feel loved. Pig as well. :) I think she is getting better, but I do feel a trip to the vet is inevitable. I'd rather just put her through the x-rays and make sure everything is okay. Was really irritated with Max this morning. Apparently, he and Pig shared a bowl of popcorn last night, which is fine, but he was throwing it around the living room for her to catch. HELLO???? Last thing Pig needs to do, in her condition, is to leap around the living room, trying to catch popcorn in the air. He pointed out that if she could do it, it meant she was fine. I pointed out that she is a dog and will try to eat anything, including her dog tag.