R.I.P. Vanna

Yesterday we had to put Vanna down. The decision was made because just her functioning as a normal dog seemed too painful for her. She was blind, she could barely stand up, and she started using the bathroom all over the place. It sucked.

I want to say more but it’s kind of hard searching for the words to say. I’m just going to leave it short and sweet, and say I miss my dog, and that we’ll meetup again someday.

Remember remember, the sixteenth of December.

HBK – 24

I’m 24 years old.

I just realized I don’t like being odd numbers. When I was 23 that seemed harsh, 24 is cool. 25 seems hella old, while 26 I’d gladly welcome. Odd numbers make me feel older while even numbers are alright.

Anyways there was dinner at Uncle Rudy’s and he made these fat awesome mondo sized burgers, brawursts, and macaroni salad. Then to finish it off there was ice cream and Moli made cupcakes! It was awesome.

Also the Rodriguez’s have a pet! It’s a small little ass dog named Nacho. If you’re wondering how in the hell did Nacho get his name?! Well it came from the complete boredom of trying to find a name for the dog. All of the sudden Nacho Libre quotes was being thrown around and Nacho stuck! I believe it was Bear himself that gave the dog his name.

Dinner at Red Lobster tonight! Yeeeeeeeeeeee! Hahaha…