there is nothing about this exchange that isn't normal.

we speak fluent puppy-bot.
you wouldn't understand.
it's fine.
it's a bff thing.

and so the slippery slope begins.

wednesday's are good days.
my office is closed so i don't have to work

and cory comes home for lunch.

yesterday he came in, closed the door and just looked at me.
after three seconds of silence, 

the following conversation took place:

cory: i hate you a little bit.

brissa: what? why?!

cory: there was a commercial on 103.5 so i switched it over to 107.9

and there was some pop song playing and it was kind of catchy and i liked it a little.

brissa: what song? that's why you hate me? why?

cory: because now i'm hating pop less and less.

i made him listen to "the song"
 three times in an attempt to cleanse his system.
"you're my son and i'm your dad and i just caught you smoking.
i'm going to make you smoke the whole pack
and make you wish you never started."

it didn't work.
i caught him bobbing and making dancing faces
while i made his sandwich.
i'm afraid it's too late.

in other news,
i still want a puppy.
maybe this little guy.

right????!

0809012

there's no clever way to put 

what i'm about to say

so i'm just going to say it.

cory* created a google doc 

to make the whole invitation process easier.

so if you want an invitation

to the greatest party of your life,

click here.

or here. 

maybe here. 

but not here. 

>>sidenote for canadians only<<

ignore his comment about your kind.

you'll still get an invitation
even if you do love maple syrup

and hockey more than most people.

this is an equal-opportunity wedding.

i promise.

*oh yeah,
his name is cory.
not ginger.
guess i should have mentioned that earlier...

happy friday to all
and to all a goodnight.
#christmasisforever

finally.

please don't let the gif* you're about to see confuse you.

i am still team puppy. 

like all the way. 

but since puppies are too kewl to have a friday dance {friggin hipsters},

these kitties will have to do .

sidenote:

i attempted both of these dances.

the white kitty one is impossible. 

*the day i found out 'gif' was pronounced 'jif,' 

like the peanut butter,

i nearly died.

it's almost as bad as the time

i had to youtube the proper pronunciation for "meme."

eight seconds of heartbreak. 

uhh...

i think this means i've been crying too much about puppies...
I'M NOT STOPPING UNTIL I GET ONE. 

in other news...
this is what i am doing instead of homework.

david does not deserve to be in this picture.
what did he do to warrant this shoot?
it shoulda been me.

aaaand.
during my puppy searching,
i stumbled upon this.

i feel like my life should be complete
but it's not.
how am i supposed to choose between
 my top two loves?
HOW?!
I CAN'T HANDLE THIS KIND OF DRAMA.

true story.

all this baby talk/having/loving is making me sad.

and when baby-mania is combined with spring fever,

i get really sad.

these are the kind of emails i send when i'm sad. 

I want a puppy.

I'm rocking a perma-sadface right now because I can't have one.

Just a little one.

A fluffy one.

One that will love me and cuddle with me and let me pet it.

Eeeeh. Maybe not FLUFFY fluffy. 

Every time I think fluffy, I think of this and I don't want that. 

Also, I keep spelling fluffy, fluffLy.

My brain is sad.

So sad.

I just want a puppy.

A nice little pal.

One that can live inside my home. 

And wag its tail when I open the door.

Not a yippee puppy, a happy puppy.

Heart.Frowns. 

Sorry for the depressing email.

I can't help what I feel.

Oh yeah.

I love you. 

and puppies.

:( 

sidenote:

if you don't love albus or puppies in general,

 you might not have a soul. 

sidenote to the sidenote:

sorry. 

i didn't mean to say you don't have a soul.

that was rude.

but it wasn't me, i promise. 

it's the iwapbichap* depression talking.

*i want a puppy but i can't have a puppy

:(