Yeah, this is what happens when I don't have any extra posts waiting in the wings. It's past dark on a Saturday night, and all I wanna do is take off my pants and watch Wall*E. But no, now I must update this blog because I am a stubborn son of a bitch, and I refuse to give up on my commitment to post every day this month. I'm more committed to this event than I was to my algebra class and my first marriage COMBINED. Is that funny, or just sad?
I was reading Bag of Bones again last night (Am I the only one who didn't know Stephen King has a new book out? Why did no one tell me? And it's my very favorite kind of his books: a compilation of short stories! Swooning!) and I read a line that was reminded me of a lot of the tone of my posts lately. Something along the lines of, "In almost every case, humor is just anger with make up on." Seems about right to me, but has nothing to do with this post. Still, I can see you're grateful that I included it. It was my pleasure.
We went over to some friends' house last night for a killer steak and potato dinner, lots of wine was imbibed, and many conversations were had (guys: wrestling, beer, drinking beer while watching wrestling. gals: marriage, life, children, marriage, how the guys were still talking about wrestling, marriage). It was lots of fun. I got to play a bit with their three little dogs, one of whom used to belong to me. Simon Klatt, neigh Frey, is much fatter now than when he lived with me. To be fair, my other two dogs at the time I owned Simon were in excess of 70 lbs each. Simon, at 9.5 lbs, was big (fat) for a yorkie, but no match for the big dogs come meal time. Now in his new home, all three dogs are under 10lbs. Kind of evens the playing field.
And that all my poor, dead brain can manage today. Tomorrow, I'll tell you all about our big shopping extravaganza. Because I know that your life will not be complete until you've read about when Gray told me to "take a deep breath and relax" in the middle of Toys R Us today.