My Dog is Chelsea

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Things fall apart, AKA my life’s new tagline

April 10th, 2008 · 11 Comments

Apparently, my life is breaking. That has been the theme of the last month. Observe:

1) I broke up with my boyfriend.

2) My laptop broke. It decided that after 8 years, it’d just plain had enough. The screen went dark and never came back on.

3) My dog broke my door down into tiny little pieces.

4) She also broke apart every single blind and window dressing in the apartment.

5) Asa dropped and broke one of the three wine glasses I own.

6) He also dropped and broke Chelsea’s old food dish, which brought tears to my eyes (and broke my heart, to think of the Stink eating out of that bowl for so many years).

7) And then, this morning, at 6:07 am, my cellphone’s alarm clock went off. In a barely-awake stupor I reached over to my to snooze it. But alas! It slipped out of my hand and kerplunked its way to cellphone death into the glass of water that has been sitting, untouched and unsipped, on my bedside table for days.

Thankfully, I myself am intact. Let’s hope that I come back from my frisbee tournament this weekend unscathed. The last thing I need is a broken fucking bone.

Tags: Life

11 responses so far ↓

  • 1 Laura // Apr 10, 2008 at 9:17 pm

    Buy yourself some superglue and keep on going…

  • 2 rubyblue123 // Apr 11, 2008 at 3:43 am

    We had a Brittany that created a hole (looked like big mouse holes) at the bottom of each door in our apartment, this was especially fun when you were in the bathroom, except the metal exterior door (good thing it was metal) and the landlord actually thought it was funny! Until we were moving and had to fork over some serious cabbage for new doors. Hopefully cardboard doors don’t cost much.

    Sorry your life’s sucking right now.

    Beer & frisbee sounds like it could be a cure :-)

  • 3 lizzy // Apr 11, 2008 at 4:23 am

    Is there some sort of 12-step group you can join for this?

  • 4 ashley // Apr 11, 2008 at 7:23 am

    it seems like these things really come in 3’s (or 4’s or 5’s or whatever).
    my childhood dog chewed through the linoleum and the floor so that you could see the dirt under the house. HUGE hole. i really have no idea how he accomplished that in just a few hours…
    hang in there!!

  • 5 Jacque // Apr 11, 2008 at 7:25 am

    I’m so sorry to hear about everything that’s happening to you. I hope things get better.

  • 6 Truly // Apr 11, 2008 at 10:58 am

    You shook your life up a bit (new dog, newly single); its shaking you back. Although the laptop and the cell phone are a bit overkill–the powers that be need to lay off you there. Just remember: good things come from chaos all the time. The phoenix never rises from cuddly, comfy times. That crazy bird…

    Thanks for your comments, too. The move this summer is daunting, but better than the alternative. I’m learning so much about myself, though. And that is good. ;)

  • 7 Natalie B // Apr 11, 2008 at 4:43 pm

    wow… you’re due for some good things to come your way!

  • 8 bob montello // Apr 12, 2008 at 1:30 am

    Laura,

    Sometimes it takes a lot of rain to make a rainbow. I sincerely hope that yours is coming soon.

    Love, Bob

  • 9 TimsHead // Apr 12, 2008 at 12:58 pm

    Eight years for a laptop is pretty impressive, but then you bought a real computer and not one of those disposable cheapies.

    Maybe you should have mittens duct-taped to your hands and wear a lot of padding. Just saying.

  • 10 michael5000 // Apr 13, 2008 at 10:14 pm

    The other day, I was showing people at work my antique laptop that dates back to the ~20th Century~, and yet I still can use it for certain tasks. No one was nearly as impressed as I had hoped.

    I am confident that you will emerge triumphant from the current chaos in your life, except perhaps in the matter of your apartment doors and blinds. Those are gonna cost ya.

  • 11 Meredith // Apr 14, 2008 at 6:05 am

    I must tell you that my very difficult puppy grew up into a magnificent dog…while no remedy for the other stuff/chaos, I’m sure that you know you’ll be “okay”

    But yow on the door, man.