Why We Have a Dog
After an evening of poor, poor judgment, I awaken in the bathroom, dehydrated and cotton-mouthed. I call out, “Steve.” A few minutes later… “Steve!” After no response (the man can sleep though anything) “STEVE!”
“Can you get me a glass of water and a straw please?”
“Um, I’m having a bit of hard time myself.”
“I have some gatorade though.”
“I don’t think I should get up.” I say. “Can you give it to Bailey and she can bring it to me?”
“Bailey, get down. No. Down. Get down. Take nice. No, get down. Come here. Take nice. nice. It’s okay. Good girl. Go show mommy.”
In comes Bailey with a bottle of sweet delicious gatorade, which she drops on my blanket.
Sometimes Jokes Aren’t Jokes
We often joke about the chinese food place we frequent.
Actually, we joke about every chinese food place, because that’s how we roll.
I finally feel like I’m ready to face the world after sleeping on the sofa all day and we head out to pick up some AV equipment with the intention of hooking up with some wonton soup.
We’re in the plaza across from chinese food place and I mention that it looks dark [at the restaurant].
We drive over and there is a sign on the door, “Close Today”.
Frantic, we find another CFP and joke that our CFP must have been serving cat.
This morning, I’m listening to the radio while getting dressed and I hear that our CFP is closing due to (wait for it) the butchering of a deer.
The Health department isn’t sure if it was roadkill or what, but less to say, um…. yeah…