I came home to find piles of dog puke all over my living room and kitchen.

Clearly, cleaning up dog puke was not on my list of things I wanted to do this evening.

I got some towels and cleaning products and began to scrub my rugs. Then I realized that ants decided to go after the mess Dali left on the mat in the kitchen (she always seems to hit some carpet when she does this, NEVER the much easier to clean tile or hardwood floors) so not only did I have to clean up puke, I had to try and remove ants. And just to check I went upstairs and saw she puked a few times on the bedroom carpet. So I got everything as clean as I could, sprayed the ant infested area with ant killer and threw the towels in the laundry. Then I remembered that I stopped at the grocery store to buy a few things before going home and I should probably put the milk away because milk goes bad when not refrigerated. Then I realized I forgot to take the meat out of the freezer for dinner so my original dinner plans were toast. Then I looked at the dishes in the sink and got immediately annoyed so I started cleaning them and when I was trying to find a place to put 1 of 100 plastic cups Dave refuses to throw away, a shot glass fell out of the cabinet and shattered all over the floor. And I got so angry by everything that just happened I literally SCREAMED.

And then I stopped, and told myself to get a grip.

Because it’s not that bad, seriously.

When little things happen, I tend to overreact. I’ve been trying to work on this. To slow down. To stop and really assess the situation in front of me. But old habits aren’t so easy to break. And sometimes, life can be a dirty whore.

That is why we have whiskey, friends.

My friend Chris and I were having a gchat conversation earlier and he mentioned how his new girlfriend was “almost mad” at him for forgetting their one month anniversary.

Heh. Chicks.

That got me thinking about my current relationship and how both us don’t have a clue when our actual anniversary is. We’ve been together about 2.5 years, so we’ve had our share of them, but all we could both tell you is that it’s somewhere around the Super Bowl…errr…Big Game.

When people ask, I just say it’s the day before that big event where the two football teams play for world domination, but I’m pretty sure that event happens on a different date every year. And yeah, I could hop on the Google Box and figure it out, but really, does it matter? I mean, we went this long without knowing the exact date, so really, why bother?

I guess what I’m trying to say is, we never really made a big deal about that sort of thing. We show our love for each other every day (GAG!) so there’s really no need to commemorate the fact that we’ve put up with each other for another year.

If we were married, it would be a different story because your wedding involves spending the day with loved ones, eating cake and fancy white dresses. The only people present the day Dave and I got together were a few drunk friends that I don’t even talk to anymore.

We don’t know when our anniversary is, but we don’t really care either. We’re looking towards our future instead of reflecting on our past. Cause in the end, that’s really all that matters, right?

Maybe we just fail as a couple.

If you watch Man v. Food on the Travel Channel, you might have seen the “Fire in your Hole” wings challenge episode he miserably failed at.

That challenge took place at Munchies 420 Cafe in Sarasota and ever since Dave and I saw that episode, we’ve been dying to get Dave’s friend Lou to do the wing challenge. He’s done a few food challenges in the past and is proud of his glutton status… and can definitely handle the hot stuff. I’ve seen this guy eat wings that the smell alone made my eyes water. We knew he’d be up for this.

We called Munchies just to make sure they open and still did the challenge. Then drove an hour and a half to Sarasota (we didn’t have anything else to do). We get there, Lou orders the wings and they tell us they are all out of the sauce. You think they could have mentioned that to Dave when he said “I have a fat ass that wants to do your wing challenge” (that’s really what he said) on the phone. I guessed it slipped their stoner minds.

So we figured since we drove all that way, we might as well eat something. Besides the Fire in your Hole challenge, Munchies is known for their enormous sandwiches loaded with all kinds of weird shit. We each ordered one. Mine had steak, chicken fingers, mozzarella sticks, and french fries on it topped with onions and peppers. Talk about blowing any diet I was on.

It was ok for the first couple bites, but after that not so much. With every additional bite I kept asking myself “why the hell am I eating this?” It wasn’t anything spectacular…in fact it was loaded with the exact same crap you could buy in the freezer section at a grocery store, so I was pretty surprised that the food here was on the list of Travel Channel’s best places to eat.

All in all, the night was a bit disappointing. I didn’t get to watch Lou battle hot wings and drove and hour and a half to eat sub par food. We all said we’d go back, but only to watch the wing challenge. That is, if they ever get the sauce!