our growing brood

so, guy winston churchill has a girlfriend named birdie. today daycare emailed me mid-afternoon to send the cutest fucking thing EVER:

oh. my. fucking. shit. look how protective he is of her! apparently, this is pretty much a daily occurrence, but having the camera ready at the same time is not. so, they were running around like crazy nibbling each other or however the hell dogs flirt and then they came to a dead halt from exhaustion. i can't believe my dog got engagement photos before i did.

at any rate, i've wanted a boar's head for as long as i can remember (circa 2000 or 2001), and, sorry folks, i didn't seal the idea from the bloggess- even though i love her. i stole it from the "royal tenebaums" because i'm gay. and my condo is also painted pink after the same... until friday when it gets repainted for my tenants. that's right. i'm a landlord, y'all!!!

the point is, you should say hello to king henry! i finally have a fireplace and thusly an appropriate place to mount a boar. i put a down payment on his highness yesterday and we should have the rest gathered by friday. so, fuck yeah! my house is finally going to be more hunting lodge-esque. and, YES, THAT IS A FUCKING REAL BOAR YOU ASSHOLE FUCKTARD DOUCHEFUCK VEGAN FUCK. i mean if there are any of them reading this shit anyway.

also, i think boyfriend is aiming to propose this week, but i can't be certain. the hints have been coming in though and i know the ring is ready. life is pretty good (except for my fucking job, but i'll let that slide for other life awesomeness). bottoms up!