heartache in 23a

nugget parked in front of mac's door (canine drive-by?) waiting for him to come home

i looked in all the places you aren't.
i just can't find the places you are.
i only know that you are where i am not.

. winnie the pooh .

apartment 23a has a few broken-hearted females.
our beloved nuggetron, miss stella, fell in love with a border collie named Mac while she was having a wild time (just like her mommy) in trampa.

she played hard to get at first, then quickly succumbed to mac's charms. i have never ever seen a lovely girl fall so hard or so quickly. miss stella would have nightly dates with mr mac while her mommy and daddy were performing in WONDERLAND... surely he was impressed with her heroism.

when i'd go to collect her, she would dig her nails into the carpet and try to stay with her boyfriend....finally, after picking her up and returnign to our room, she would sit at the door and cry pathetically.... (charming).
i've never seen anything like it. we had to go past mac's room to go to the elevator, so every day, she'd park herself in front of his hotel room and cry. i told her to play hard to get, but she was blinded by love.

anyway, now that we're back in the city, stella simply isn't herself... she cries and fwomps her head down with exasperated sighs, mopes around, snuggles (what?!), and listlessly lays around all day..... is there puppy prozac?

it's killing me.

ALSO, littlest sister (russ) is in nyc for the next 3 months (and sharing my bed-there goes my social life ;) going to a graphic design school (cause she's freaking awesome like that...) and SHE's missing her beloved byu baseball playing beau.

so much moping....
so much estrogen.

poor 23a.