Firstly, thanks to everyone that expressed concern for The Dog. He appears to be fully recovered and is back to his normal self. Although in accordance with 1N’s very sensible advice, I am going to take him to the vet this weekend anyway for a checkup. So this blog isn’t necessarily funny, but it is
Category: around the house
[Editor’s note 7/27/2014: Please know that I think hybrid, electric, and other similar types of vehicles are great for the environment. This is not a hate-on-smartcars blog. Just because I think they’re good for the environment, however, does not stop me from laughing my ass off every time I see one. Still.] Hi team. Sorry
Team, I have realized (most of you have figured this out long since) that I seriously suck ASS at housekeeping. I mean, I am simply and utterly useless around the house. IF I had my digital camera still (that I broke), I would take pics so that this blog would be more visually entertaining, but
Team, team, team, TEAM! What a day. I should stop there and piss you all off for getting a notification and opening up my blog just to see a two-liner. HA! But, I won’t. Because I’m THAT cool.
So I really wanted to write about something thought provoking and meaningful, really. I did. But for some reason I’m not feeling the profound tonight yet, so I decided instead to write about why Dog and my ex boyfriend are similar, but Dog is better. I thought about this today while I was on my
7:26 AM: Realize that the wet drip, drip drip on my face is not in fact the result of fantabulously-hot-dream-guy’s unrestrainble passion for me, but instead the slimy output of my dog’s panting tongue. He’s staring soulfully into my eyes in a mute attempt to warn me that if I don’t get up ASAP I