u/tfhaenodreirst

Hey there fellow Califurnians! I’m not all that comfy here but I bet I’m not alone in that.

Earlier today I came back from a walk with Grampa, and Mommy happened to be sitting on the couch nearby so when she saw me sticking my tongue out and panting she told me in her happy Riley voice that I was a Hot Dog!

But that’s a lie, right? :( I saw these “hot dogs” a couple weeks ago and I’m nothing like them! I mean, maybe we’re both a light brown color but unlike Hot Dogs I have limbs and a face and fur and most importantly I have senty-ints!

Most importantly though, why is Mommy HAPPY that I’m a Hot Dog? Does that mean she’s gonna eat me? 😭

It’s not the kind of thing that I’m able to hide either but the last thing I want is to be stuck in the waiting room too close to our dinner reservations.

I do feel thrown off to know that they’ve actually been there this whole time, plus it’s definitely appealing given how stressful move-in day will be, but it’s just not worth the risk.

So, off to celebrate the rest of Day 457 then!

So to put it simply, my dad told me I should wait about a month to tell her, which felt like a long time. I mean, she has asked me about allergies which I don’t have, but this feels like it’s on a similar level of severity.

Anyway, for better or worse I had one just yesterday when I went to pick up the keys (since I’m the one who’s moving). Fortunately my mom was with me at the time and she said my new/future roommate responded great to it, but I don’t know if I unintentionally gave her a dealbreaker and if my dad had better instincts.

I had to get over to the drive-able Target (which meant catching an Uber) in order to buy more toilet paper which there’s zero of in my apartment. I put off going straight there and filled my cart with a bunch of groceries instead to make it look less obvious.

But finally after wandering around the pharmacy section for a while and not finding any, I got the nerve to ask the woman who was at the desk of the pharmacy area (if that makes sense) if she knew where they were. Which apparently she didn’t but she told me I should ask someone who has a red shirt.

That said, I was upset that my working up that nerve wasn’t even worth it so I found my way to the checkout instead. And now I’m waiting for a ride back with my apparently $113 worth of heavy groceries so I can put them away and then go back out to the CVS that’s in walking distance which probably would have made more sense in the first place.