Working Dog

This morning, I brought the dog to work. The boys are with their dad for a few days and there was plenty of room in the car so Kida is gonna keep me company.  Her biggest problem so far is that everytime someone walks by she wants to interact and pouts if they don't.  Whiny kids have been replaced by whiny dog.  I know she doesn't need to be let outside this often - she lasts all day while I'm at work.  And it's not that she's getting less interaction overall, because normally the kids and cats do their own stuff during the days we're at home.  I've taken her out back to the warehouse to play fetch, which got her to lay down for a little bit.  But now there are people starting to show up for guitar lessons . . .sigh.  

I dug out Mom's old sewing machine - it got left in the warehouse during one of the many moves.  It's in this sewing machine cabinet that weighs more than some full-size dressers that I've owned.  I've put off bringing it home for a couple of reasons.  First the garage was filled with a mountain of crap that my relatives had left there over the years.  Leaving me no room for any of my stuff, like boxes of Christmas decorations, painting supplies, and extra furniture to go in there.  Now that I don't have to devote a corner of the living room to the holidays year-round I have room to put the cabinet there.  Which brings the second reason, the aforementioned weight.  I don't have a truck.  So getting it home requires borrowing a vehicle with an extra set of hands included.  Now I am NOT the kind of person who has an easy time buying clothes that fit off the rack.  Apparently designing clothes for women with boobs is. . . I don't know. . . harder?  I read the other day that the average cup-size of women has increased.  Why haven't designers made adjustments for that?  They still design large shirts like the women who wear them are little more than tube-shaped.  So my clothes could always use tweaking.  My boys are skinny little farts and while we've got a number of pairs with the elastic/button pull-string adjusters in them, being able to give a waist band a tuck myself would open up more options.  Not to mention repairs.  Good God, summer is coming and there WILL be playing outside and repairs WILL be needed.  Since the machine has sat unused since I was in middle school, it needs to be serviced. . . and it only occurred to me today after I plugged it in (yay! basic functioning happens) that I can take the machine OUT of the cabinet. . . Part of me wants to pull it out right now and stick it in the car.  The other part is saying "You are out of money till next payday, leave it alone so it won't clutter up the house and possibly be damaged because you can't resist messing with it."  

Being a responsible adult sucks sometimes.