I’m gonna pepper spray everyone I know with love and gratitude this week. Wait. That sounds wrong for a reason or two.
Monthly Archives: November 2011
Wakey Wakey
Had a case of sleepinsia this morning. Heard scratching on my bedroom door. Assumed it was puppeh. It was not puppeh. It was kitteh.
Good Doggie
My new insurance agent’s office keeps a pooch, this elderly, fat, patchy cocker spaniel mutt with a cyst on his back, named “Lucky.” As I waited this morning, Lucky came over, gave me a sniff, then rolled onto his back and insisted on a belly rub. I rubbed the dog’s tummeh and was certain I had picked the right insurance agent.
Good Doggie
My new insurance agent’s office keeps a pooch, this elderly, fat, patchy cocker spaniel mutt with a cyst on his back, named “Lucky.” As I waited this morning, Lucky came over, gave me a sniff, then rolled onto his back and insisted on a belly rub. I rubbed the dog’s tummeh and was certain I had picked the right insurance agent.
I Am Not A Potted Plant
Oh. Wait. I kinda am.