Saturday I had a cookout. I was out running errands, picking up stuff (I have lots of Heineken. Come over!) when I got a call. Well, I didn’t get it- I got the VM when I got home. It was an acquaintance of mine, saying that she’d heard about the party from someone else and could she come too? The phrase, “I am unabashedly inviting myself,” was used. I called the person who had told her about the party and that she should see if she could come, all “WTF? I’m trying to keep the party small. Don’t invite people.” The self-inviter did not come, but did send me a somewhat nasty text message, which, way to get invited to the next one. Except no.

Note: if the person who had told her about the party had called me and said, “Can so-and-so come with me?” I would have had no problem with it. It was the calling me up and inviting oneself that I had a problem with.

One of the errands I ran was to the mall, where the Triangle Greyhound Society was having an event. I met dogs, I played with dogs, I talked with owners, and now I really, really want one. And I don’t see my landlord letting that happen.