This evening (while he was at work) I sent Drk a message asking him if he wants to go to the dog pool with me and one of the dogs tomorrow. Apparently there's this pool near my house that you can take your dog to so he or she can mingle with the other pooches around the swimming pool. Tres chic, no? Yeah, it sounds a little weird and pretentious but it's better than having my mom freak out on me for ripping the liner of her lousy above ground pool...and it's better than picking leeches off me and the dogs from the local watering hole (bleech, been there, done that!).

I know he loves the dog so I figure it might be fun for him to join us. I'm going either way...but I thought it might be a fun opportunity to chat with him without me being incoherent, half/three quarters or all the way naked or reeking of booze. I mean, I know both Paris and I think it's hot, but some people like to speak with folks and actually have a volley of conversation.

My goodness, I sound so mature, let me rectify that. Ok, I won't wear underwear to the outing just in case (in case he comes and well in case...)