Thursday, November 10, 2005

 

Spooning the Dog.

If my mother were dead she would have rolled over in her grave but since she's not she'll just have to roll her eyes. Last night prior to R.E.M. sleep our dog decided he needed to be spooned and who better to do it then me. So we spooned and he took up most of the bed. I kicked him out for being a hog only for him to return to the end of the bed to lay between my legs. : / My mother would flip over this, Why? because how on earth will we create a grandchild with me spooning the dog?

On another note, the scent of Pachooly is filling the air here in the office and can I just tell you that I am about to puke. NOT one of my favorite smells by any means and it was put on with a spray bottle the size of Mt. Everest! Think of your co-workers people!

To quote Napolian Dynamite, "You're ruining my life! gaaahh"

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