Conundrum

I'm in one.  Actually, three or four.  Or five.  Unfortunately, I have trouble making decisions.  Which is the only reason I can go to the mall and leave without spending one red cent.  In spite of having two X chromosomes.  But I think like a man.  And sometimes, I act like one, too.  Not like a lady.  I won't elaborate except to mention my inner frat boy.  If you could see my bedroom...  Delta Tau Chi has nothing on me. 

And that, my friend, is why I'm destined to be a lonely old woman with too many dogs.  Which is better than being a cat-lady.  Since I'm allergic to cats, and I'm tired of cleaning up after Beulah the Bulimic Cat, and I love Lucy so much, I'd call myself a canineophile.  If that's a word. 

It doesn't help that B the BC has become so neurotic that she peed on me when I tried to carry her into The D's living room for a nice little visit.  Lucy is great with cats.  She doesn't blink an eye.  But the Charlie incident was traumatic.  B had a near-death experience.  It's a long story, though, so I'll save it for later.

I saw an ad in the paper today.  Border collie puppies for sale.  OMG.  This is one of my conundrums.

Another involves a classified ad for a financial analyst in today's paper.  Wow.  I can't think of anything more exiting.  Seriously.  Unfortunately, I'm afraid it wouldn't mesh well with my Daddler responsibilities.  But then, I wonder if we could work out a seasonal arrangement of sorts.  Kinda like my auditor days.  I worked lots of hours during the first 3 1/2 months of the year and took it easy for the remainder.  And since earnings season is the first month of each quarter, I'm thinking I could finagle my way into a trial run.  I'm not sure.  Hence, the conundrum.

Well, that's all for now.  I'm going to work on my resume.  In case I decide to apply for the f/a job.  After that, I'm going to try my hand at the grill.  Using The D's method.  Which is incredible...