divine angst

I think I may have forgotten to mention that OCI starts for me tomorrow. I will be getting to know my neighborhood dry cleaner very well, I think, since I’ll be rotating my suits and shirts for the next two weeks. (Sadly, I think I have more suits than shirts to wear under them. I need to go shopping. Sigh. I’ve already bought one new suit this summer, but I guess I didn’t spend enough money yet to appease the interview gods.)

Here’s to using up reams of interview paper!

Last night, Mr. Angst and I went to see Little Miss Sunshine and I have only one thing to say about it: drop what you are doing and get your ass to the closest movie theater showing it. It was hysterical, hilarious, heart-warming, and I left feeling so happy. I haven’t laughed that hard in a movie in a really long time–by the time it was over, I had laugh-cried all my mascara off, that’s how hard and much I laughed. I won’t say more, though, because half the fun is all the unexpected surprises it has to offer. (Although, I will say this: I totally called one plot device well before it actually came to pass but it STILL made me almost wet my pants, it was so funny. That, my friends, is the mark of a good movie. Even when you know what the next gag is, if you still fall over laughing, it’s worth the $9.50.)

GO SEE IT. It will rock your world.

Himself is beginning his crate training.

Don’t get me wrong–he’s fully housebroken, we just wanted him to also be crate trained. He seems to be taking to it well. We have the top half of his crate off, and one of his favorite blankets in the bottom half, and he’s happily sitting in it right now, chewing on his foot. We’ll try putting the top on it tomorrow, and seeing how that goes. Or maybe we’ll put his bedding in it tonight, just the bottom half again, and see if he wants to sleep in the crate. He’s pretty easily trained, though stubborn when he doesn’t want to do something, so I hope this is a something he likes.

Update: We have been lavishly praising Himself every time he gets into his half-crate, and it’s working! He did try to pull the blanket out at one point, and sit on it outside the crate; I promptly put it back in the crate, and he figured out that the blanket goes in the crate and, if he sits on it in the crate, it’s pretty comfy.

So far, we’ve got his half-crate in the living room, so he’s with us when he’s in it. I think in a day or so, we’ll put the top on the crate, and do this whole process over again; and then in a few more days (depending on how things go), we’ll move it into the kitchen, where his bed is, and then replace his bed with the kennel.