My night got better yesterday. I went out for my friend E's birthday with the girls and we went to a yummy tapas bar. I was the dd. As we were driving away from the bar, we were behind the drunkest person I have ever seen. We called 911 and followed him from a safe distance. He was slowly weaving back and forth, bouncing off the curb, running a red light, almost hitting a car. All going very slowly though, which is good. He must have realized we were following him because he pulled to the side of the road, just in time for the cops to show up and arrest him. The four of us in the car were all quite excited to be getting a drunk driver off the streets and whatnot. We high-fived all around. T was rather disappointed that she didn't get the cute cop's name though.
Oh the puppy.
Unfortunately, we do not get to keep Charlie. He belongs to the guy whose campaign I worked on. He had to go out of town for a few days. Under the guise of being a nice and self-sacrificing person, I convinced him that he should just have me watch his dog instead of kenneling him. It would save him money and be better for the dog. Really, I just wanted his dog. Because he's so freaking cute. I am about to go and give him a bath, because he is a smelly puppy, but first:
In which Charlie kills a dinosaur:
In which Charlie makes sure the dinosaur is dead and decides to take a nap: