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though it would be SO much fun...
Today at work (I'm a veterinary technician, btw), I had a cute little maltipoo pup in for vaccines. Her name was Bella. What else is new? We have always had a gazillion Bellas... I even had a rabbit named Bella (circa 2001). The clinic had an incline in "Bellas" over the past 4 or so years, and until that fatefull Twilight Spring 2009 (for me, I know, I was a late twibloomer), I didn't understand the sudden rise.
So Bella the maltipoo... I was holding her, waiting on my coworker to finish up what she was doing so she could help me vaccinate the little girl. I was playing with Bella and out of boredom began to eye her collar and tag... her tag read ... wait for it, wait for it!
I immediately thumbed through the information section of her chart to see if they had called her that in her paperwork. No. "LAME!", I squealed. It's not as though we had missed it, they'd never told us (ahem, admitted). I was giddy and full of questions and comments, some more inappropriate than others... in the end I got a big kick out of telling the owner I had changed her dog's name to her full name in her chart and proceeded to ask her if she had an Edward. I was answered with a very blank stare.
Here's what I had in mind...
Her blank stare met my glazed expression (thinking about fang dog... SPARKLE dog...)... the silence was killing me, so I pressed on and decided to be a bit more blatant and speak to her as though I were speaking to a small child. I asked if she was going to find a somethingpoo with a sparklie peen... she looked at me all disgusted-like before I even had the chance to tell her about Twired... ah, well... I can't win 'em all!
I was referred back to the family of twitard h00r blogs...
including Twired. I found this on photobucket...
Miss you h00rs... AND why you gotta go to fooooooooorks right when sista's getting hitched?
xox & 50 more,
*that's ES as in, 'Elusive S', in case you've forgotten about me ;)