What I told the stranger that was so ludicrous.

Renae gave me another marriage talk. This makes it about two and a half times now... but who's counting? The freaked out, untamed, unwhipped boyfriend. That's who.
So... um. It was actually pretty calm, the entire ordeal. We were garage sale-ing and God was happy with us because there were PUPPIES at our first stop!

... ...I think it would be necessary at this point to defend the honor of pugs. When you're looking at puppies, they are bumbling over each other and falling down, tripping on their own ears and eagerly sniffing your fingers, then licking your fingers, then sneezing. It's precious. And you fight back the urge to baby talk... well, some of us do. I don't think baby talk and puppy talk are mutually exclusive, but they may as well be. There were two cages. One of pugs and the other of... some sort of larger, fluffier pups. Personally, I'm a big fan of pugs at both the puppy and pissed off old tiny creature. It's all good. The fluffy puppies already looked like they were old and dying. Who wants a creature that's supposedly old and dying without the years of development and companionship? Weirdos. That's who. That's some cold shit, man.
Also. The fluffy ones weren't as active; they did not trip over each other to investigate the puppy talking Asian kid on the other side of the cage.

...there were puppies. I'll pick it up from there next time.