Cobras and puppies and My Chem, oh my

This weekend has been going AWESOMELY, you guys, completely in spite the fact that after five hours straight in that nightmare of a pit at Emo's, I feel like I've been beaten all over with a two-by-four. Which I really needed, considering that Thursday was pretty much the worst day ever.

Seriously:

1) Great show on Friday, plus fabulous fangirl socializing, plus pictures taken with cute guitarist boys.

2) Became proud foster-er of the three cutest puppies on the planet this afternoon (pictures coming soon to an LJ near you). Nothing counters depression like a lapful (or in their case, entire-legs-ful) of puppy.

3) I CAN HAS MCR TIX? YIS, I CAN HAS! FTW STUBBS, THAT WAS TOTALLY SNEAKY OF YOU. GOOD THING I HAVE BEEN CHECKING OBSESSIVELY. :D \o/!

I rest my case.

Puppies!

So, as I mentioned in my last post, Saturday saw me picking up three lab/hound mix puppies from the Humane Society to foster for two weeks, until they're old enough (8 weeks) to go back to the shelter and into the adoption program.

( Pictures! Of puppies! )