Today, I went to my mother's house for Thanksgiving dinner. My sister brought along her new puppy.
Her new puppy. Who she named GRACE. Yes. My big sister named her dog Grace. And not Grace, as in my pseudonym for this blog. I mean, my REAL name.
Here's what the night sounded like:
"Grace, congrats on getting sworn in as a lawyer!"
"Ooops! Grace made a poopie on the kitchen floor!"
"Grace, how's your new condo?"
"Grace is eating the cat's food again!"
"Grace! NO! NO!"
"Look at how cute Grace is!"
"Grace! NO BEGGING! NO!"
"Grace... did you just make a skinky?"
Suffice it to say the night was very confusing.
What the fuck? What kind of person gives her puppy the same name as her sister?
Don't even get me started on how much I dislike Bichons. Sorry if you own one.
They just look evil.
PS. That's not a picture of Grace. But it's what she looks like.